Every single message in my high school year book says something about my “artistic ability.” But I am forever in debt to Guasp - the first to prove to me that she truly truly believed in me. At the end of her entry she writes,

Remember this: One must never cease to create, or one may cease to exist.   

I just had an experience with this ant. He was trapped on a piece of sticky paper, and after a large amount of effort between him and I, he was extracted. Heartbreakingly, he was left mortally wounded. I laid him down in he grass, and as I watched him twitch, I found myself at a crossroads. Should I ‘take him out of his misery’ and end him, or leave it to fate? Is it better to live and suffer or to die? A difficult choice. We made eye contact throughout the ordeal, and I could tell he trusted me in the end… Well, as much as an ant can trust. I went upstairs to ask my father about when he brought my old dog to be put to sleep. He gave me an unsatisfactory answer; he does not have the ability to be deep, to see things beyond actions. Anyway, as I was leaving, he posed me an opportunity I did not think of. He said if I want to be the one to make the decision for Brett and go with him then I could. God that could’ve been so philosophical if he had a single philosophical bone in his body… Anyway. So he asked me if I wanted to, and I was immediately compelled to say yes, and so accepted the offer. For truth, for understanding, for Brett… I will be the angel of death. I am filled with sadness. 

6/2 - “i like that it’s morning and we’re still together”

that groovy little number pierce showed me was refreshing. very him. he’s always the same. static characters are refreshing during times of change.