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March 3, 2009
Some days, you wake up and you know that something isn't right. Some days you wake up and know that everything isn't right. There's no real defining line between those two in my mind, I don't think. It's either everything's right or everything's wrong - black and white, like Rorschach's judgment. Everything can be ruined with a little poke prod or push. Everything in my world is fragile.

I constructed all of this out of glass; I constructed it so that it was perfect and indestructible for the most part but still fragile. Delicate.

I built myself like this, too.