dinner is waiting. i can’t eat it. it’s all falling apart. i thought i got all my pieces glued together. glue wasn’t dry, i guess.
i don’t know what i feel i don’t know how to feel there’s too much to feel there’s too many reasons why.
i think i thought i was running away from myself again.
o, that old romantic notion.
i didn’t make it. i never do. i got here and ran smack into an older version of myself. this is why i never go back.
am i any better than when i started? how is this not that again?
i did so much work.
i did so much work.
i was becoming a person. i was a person.
my head’s gone dark again.
it’s also a tuesday.
i’m just back where i started. backed into a corner.
the same corner. i'm done with this corner. i'm bored with this corner. can i face a different wall, please?
something not so covered in blood and snot and sick.
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