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- well, child, maybe it’s because you can never satisfy yourself.
Thus ends one of the most frustrating weeks in recent memory. I don’t whether to drink myself silly or hide away from the world and cry.
Maybe both.
It’s weird. I don’t know why it’s been so bad, it just has. Everything’s seemed so off. And while I was constantly surrounded by people who care about me, [...]
- A conversation.
Him: “You’re such a fucking hippie sometimes.”
We’re sitting in my living room, looking at the constellation of glow-in-the-dark stars arranged in a giant K on my ceiling. My strobe light, black light and siren are all on full blast. I call it the LSD Special.
Hendrix may or may not be playing on the stereo.
I look [...]
- A torrid affair.
I had two different guys invite me to hang out tonight, two other invitations to hang out and another to a party with my best friend. When it rains, it pours, I guess. But what did I do instead? I stayed home because I feel absolutely possessed and have been writing for the past nine [...]
