all the broken-hearted angels living in the ether seams

2010-10-08T22:40:43Z

I don't feel like I should be here. I feel like I'm suffocating--no, asphyxiating--emotionally. Like an astronaut in outer space whose helmet seal just broke. Except that it wasn't so much a catastrophic failure as a slow leak, so I didn't notice that my oxygen reserves were depleting faster than normal until it was too late to turn back.

"If my heart was a house, you'd be home" and my home is 1500 miles away, even though I've lived in Southern California all my life.

I don't know how much more of this I can take, to be honest. I'm gasping for air, and I'm quickly running out.

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all the broken-hearted angels living in the ether seams