March 15, 2002
feel like I've known you forever, like we should have been sisters, around to keep each other company in a Margaret Atwood novel when both of us were actually sinking fast. we didn't, but we still managed to somehow make it here. perhaps it was the possibility of meeting someone like the other that made us lie in wait. or maybe we didn't have anything better to do than imagine a world we wanted to leave a mark on. misery and co. I'm happy to have gone through so much shit, only to meet your likeness on the other side.