Notes from a Simulated Underground
Archive for December 12, 2009
10 comments • Marocharim • December 12, 2009
I sometimes wonder if I ever did make good on the promise I made to you some years back: I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Back then, I dreamed of that day when I’ll hold your hand when we walk that aisle, and the preacher proclaims us husband and wife. [...]
There are things I'm afraid to tell myself. Instead, I choose to reveal them the world. In sickness, in spite, in all unpleasantness, even in disease. I'm a babbler, a ranter, a writer: neither spiteful nor kind, neither rascal or honorable man. Neither hero or vermin.
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