My Very Busy Friend tempted me to leave and go join him in Richmond.

My Very Busy Friend tempted me to leave and go join him in Richmond. At the void deck, the taxi driver told my friend that i am fit enough to go back to my house and so i go up alone. I've been thinking about things I want to post, and I might get back into the habit. I trust people to make their grievances known, to speak up if they need something, to not hide what they're thinking and feeling, even if it hurts. Theres something about an Air Supply song. Its kind of the way I felt when I read that evil bastard book they forced me to read in 7^th grade A Day No Pigs Would Die; just this brown, despairing sort of feeling that sinks into your toes.