it’s not often I delete a post but I had something up here about how made-up people are better than real people “because they don’t ever go away” and I had a picture of my stuffed dog Macro, the one I mentioned in the last post, and I read over what I wrote and thought ‘what the fuck that’s not really what I think’. real people are always better, even if some of them are more evil to you than you could ever have imagined and they hurt you in ways that you will never get over…they are better because they can be your friend and hold you and tell you the things you need to hear whereas fake people are only ever an echo of your own voice coming back to you from across the abyss.

TRUEBOY: getting the biggest high possible.

i fake it so real i am beyond fake...

except when i don't

one love, jamie.



edit: it occurred to me that the sight of my childhood toy might make one or two of you smile so i included Macro as a link.