ink is the best medium
I feel stale. Even my blood cells seem to think just flowing through their stream is a tedious chore. The fluid thickens, sedated with a type of tension I haven’t quite labeled yet. I was determined to solve just that. Now I am more determined to solve it all.
seeds, oh no.
There is no healthy food in the house except for birdseed bread and peanut butter. Oh well. I’ll eat it. I’m hungry.
Slipping, catching; slipping, catching; slipping, catching;
I’ve missed playing and singing for the sake...
Feeling dull, dull, dull. Sharpen me. Sharpen me. Here I go, turning into. So sharpen me soon.
Rats mean doubts, guilts, envy. Dirt, decay. I was throwing the rats away. Three of them. I feel, lately, like I don’t have much to say. The most perplexing things in my life come about when I am sleeping. Some of them I talk about. Others, I don’t. I woke up when he started fidgeting in his red shirt about the picture someone had sent him. I felt so nervous, so shaken, and...
PARTAY IN THE BATHROOM! Listening to the Spice Girls… and pooping.
Medless- looks like needles- MEEDLES. You lay in unrest, one night after me If I had been there I would have soothed you I sit with restless lungs Lip lesions Wet cloth Tonight? I don’t know. One thing at a time Eight items into the closet Little by little Clean it up
Stupid is the best way to be! What should I wear today? My head hurts. Looking forward to a fixed toof.