||[Oct. 25th, 2001|11:29 pm]
|[||song on the wind
people keep on asking me how virginia is. my responce: "oh it's lovely. i'm sick, i'm tired, i have all of three friends, two of whom haven't called me back. everything is made of plastic. including me. i become plastic when i cross over the state line. but you know how plastic is durable? well in virginia it isn't. it's still really really fake and cheesey, but you have to treat everyone and everything like good china, or a fine porciline doll, or really really expensive crystal. one false move, word, breath, and they will crack into a zillion and one pieces. unlike the pentagon. i dorve past it tuesday. oh my god, it' s not in a zillion and one pieces, there is just this big chunk missing. (which is where my therapist got evaperated mind you)"
and this is the place i came to to heal. as i told statik: "i can't heal here. i have to patch myself up so it will last through february. then i get to start healing myself."