i think tom's going to africa. i think he says it to hurt me. he might be ashamed of himself if he had any real emotive capabilities except greed/sloth/lust. my love is something i cannot easily contain. it was anais who said it. but it is true. i wrote all of this on a grid, wanting to make of the grid a jail and put tom in there to repent.
to make of love a euphemism. it makes of you a pet. my pet. you can do anything you want. including crimes. it strikes me that your self worth might depend on the annihilation of others.
do you see how vulnerable i am? do you see how careful you must be tom?
your neglect makes me write cruel things. i hate you for that.
on another note, as soon as i get the sand between my buttocks i'll be home, it'll be like reincarnation.