Only those who stay Dead shall remember Death.

Recently, I (Lana) discovered that when rearranged, the letters in my name spell torn loyal tea. I think it's cool and rather telling. Ever since, I've grown slightly convinced that much of my life consists of a tragic array of conflicted interests.

That said, I should warn you I'm one of those hopeless wrecks trying to quench an insatiable boredom. However, this isn't the means, it's simply the outlet.

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Currently I am on my way home. I am humming to myself and thinking that the world is scarier than I ever bothered to realize. People are, I mean.

I guess it’s just a sort of shock. And also a reality check. I’m trying to internalize this feeling, but I don’t know if it’s working. This isn’t the kind of thing where you get home and forget about it and sleep it off. Really it’s the opposite: everything rolls over in your mind’s eye a thousand times and nothing really processes and you feel as though you’ve aged a hundred years inside.

It’s been a night.

(4 weeks ago)