+++ title = “02” date = 2006 +++ 4am. right click -> download target as dark windows are closed doors. A bernal-hassan creation.

Ambience, acoustic guitar, beeps, bips. sendspace.com/file/ap2c4j

Maybe everything is alright. Maybe what I percieve other people to percieve me as is irrelevant. I was considering what I would write in a letter to be opened after my death. That sounds morbid, and somewhat emo, but nonetheless I was thinking about what I’d write. One of those things you think about but you don’t talk about over lunch. My final decision is not to have a letter. Does that make sense?

+++ title = “01” date = 2006 +++ It’s important to stay friends. I believe people live their lives by living things that have already happened to them. Maybe that’s why things pass us by so quickly. So you’re in this ride with a few people, and then it becomes your way of living as you move on to new rides that will become your way of living in the future.

I’ve decided to try something brand new. I’ve been going to bed the past few nights unfulfilled and I’m not sure why. Even after lots of thought, I can’t put my finger on it. I have a few ideas. My brain hasn’t done any substantial work in a long time. I need a Rubix cube probably. Something to work on physically as I’m emotionally sorting stuff out. I bought a puzzle when I was 7 which had four pieces, and no matter how hard I tried they wouldn’t fit.