woooo
What's wrong with me? I must be psycho. Wandering the dim, dusky suburban streets at night, chain-smoking and choking back virulent sobs as I contemplate my inescapable lonliness. Sheesh. Who does that? A depressed, anti-social, isolated, epileptic piece of shit. But at least I don't hate myself anymore.

The sunset-colored leaves tracing manic, shuddering spirals through the air above my lawn are graceful by default, beautiful beacause of the random whimsy of their descent. Today I watch them, and something clicks inside me, and I know, I just KNOW, that things are okay. That I'm not some creepy, deformed voyeur stealing forbidden glances at this lovely, harsh, and complicated world. I'm a part of it, just as much as those stupid orange leaves.