this big empty bed.
There’s this little monster that lives in my bed sometimes. He’s strange and buys me ice cream sandwiches and pokes my teeth when I yawn and doesn’t care to comb his hair. He owns green, the whole color. He smiles real pretty and drives a fancy jeep and for some reason, he chooses to keep company with me. I can’t complain though. I’m excited for two days from now so I can see if he still knows how to park all crooked and steal all the covers.
He loves me so.
i’ve eaten nothing but three cookies and two bowls of frosted flakes today. I woke up from two panic attacks last night and tried to move on only to find that my identity was stolen by some fucks in Canada. I’ve been nervous ever since I came home and I couldn’t tell you why. First I thought it was the meds,then I thought it was the change in scenery but that doesn’t make any sense. I was just fine a week ago. That’s not true but it’s the only lie I like to believe. I could tell my mom how I feel but I dont think it would get me very far. Phillip says I’ll be fine once I get back to boone. Everything will go back to normal once I find my routine there. But what does that say about me? I’m tired. Thats the only sound conclusion I can make. I hurt, but that isn’t a new thing. I’ll be fine. Right. I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and be perfectly fine. I’ll wake up tomorrow morning. I’ll wake up.
even though my life has gone to hell and i am completely broke (thats a nice little story, by the way) I had to buy this Holga 135 deluxe kit from Urban for only 30 bucks.
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
So it’s summer.
So it’s suicide.
I am unhappy.
