Happy Nationalist Day
The heat hurts. My back hurts. The fighting hurts. He says he doesn't think we're good together anymore. I can't decide if it's worth all this. The point of origin was so chaotic and fucked, that really I feel like I've only come full circle, and nothing has changed. I haven't changed. Change is an illusion; life is just a series of endless, fucked up cycles. History is the same. I can't believe in anything now.