by Sufjan Stevens » 6/28/2003, 5:41 pm
It was a joke at myself? I was saying I have a bad personality and the looks aren't quite up to par, but go ahead and think I still hate her and am trying to fight with her, because that's what I am expected to do. Thanks.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.