I really want to write some deep and meaningful post about the nature of love and beauty and purity and pain and death and loss and hurt and friendship and family and phoniness and fighting and blood and war and teenagers and fear. But it really isn't worth it. I know exactly how few people read Commence Download these days and even if these posts are part therapy, they're still a hell of a lot of attention seeking. And the internet is the last place anyone should look for love.
I have a new follower. wolf is my twenty-ninth follower. This blog has been going for almost 2 years. This post is the 164th..i think. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. And even with the how fucking deep and precious and mysterious this stupid post is going to seem to be - attention seeking remember - I'll still have time to put labels like "Reflections" and "Followers" on the end. Try clicking the follower tag and reading each one in reverse chronological order. It's interesting to see the time flick past. Or not. I'm sorry. Again.