i came across a picture of dominique today, and right as i as about to close the page, i caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the top left corner wesley WESLEY?! what YEAR was that? i think about wesley from time to time and i hope that everything is good with that boy. maybe his talent was too big for him. i do regret not accepting the birthday present he had for me that year. to this day, i wonder what it could have been. but i've always been intimidated by soft spoken people. it's crazy, everything is. and we probably shouldn't smoke as much as we do. i've been missing people here and there lately, and i have nowhere to channel everything, so more often than not, i'd just crouch in my corner, get drunk, and make friends with Vonnegut. and then i'd realize how much things suck and that Kurt Vonnegut is dead and then i just feel like giving up. i would have called it loneliness before, but now i just think i'm insane. i'm okay with it. i've been surviving on 27's and otter pops and i've been doing well plus british columbia must be real nice this time of year | 
