the blood of job

Dear K- I’ve gone and done my best to break another heart. It wasn’t intentional- when is it ever intentional? The truth is that I am too emotionally fucked up to know right from left. The weirdest part? I’m happy. For some reason, I am having a great time with all this chaos and it’s a spark that has started burning wicks of my consciousness that have been dormant for a long time. It almost leaves me feeling guilty, to take pleasure from the creativity spurned by the angst of myself and those around me… I found some new friends who are damaged goods, just like me. Just like us. Last night we sat around and drank wine, discussing the facets of our lives that we don’t set out for the houseguests to see. We asked each other the thoughtful, probing questions that can only be phrased by a fellow victim and only answered in such company. It was interesting to relive those long buried thoughts and feelings and realize that in some cases, not much has changed. This is shaping up the be a very interesting summer. -K