I skipped July, I guess I felt like I didn't have much new to say about anything, what else is new. It's the end of August and everything has changed. No feelings, yet.

All I can think of are houses that stand on the edge of cliffs that crumble, fall, drown into the dark blue abyss below, i'll dive in gladly. salt water up to my nostrils and i'd go down, but only on you.

Mel says to update because my last post is Old and Depressing. You're Old and Depressing.

But seriously,

She says,

Maybe someday we'll go on a scavenger hunt and we'll find the answer and everything will be resolved. and then we'll live together in a nice place, but your nice place will be a hut.

And I hope we find it, the world's most giant glue bottle to mend our broken hearts. under a rock in the middle of nowhere, exactly where we're supposed to be. i'd forget not to sniff it all first and we'd be back to square one. better off because finding all the pieces scattered everywhere from the initial explosion of breaking would be near impossible by this point. they've been built over and fenced up across the universe, around the globe. this is how it feels. and it's so much work sometimes it's fucking exhausting.