| Had a good day and hit a
low. |
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| There are ten or twelve people in the living room, arguing about where the beer's all gone and who owes who money.
I'm excited about graduate school, wherever it may be. I'm excited about being alone in a new place, with a new start, at least for a while. Texas. Nebraska. Nowhere, or Atlanta. I'll take it. |
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| I spend a great deal of time and energy learning to hate myself. It's pretty much the only thing in my head that's consistent. It's 2 PM and I've done nothing but stress her out, gain a headache, and try unsuccessfully to crawl out of my skin. |
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| I have cleaned, conquered, sanitized our apartment into submission.
the everyday toothpaste stain / grime of our lives
More later. I'm exhausted. |
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| Medicine man, I will lay my head in your hands.
Medicine man, you will clear my mind.
Medicine man, can you heal my body? I don't want to be the one that you forget. I feel great. I really do. I'm remembering to live, to dress up when I don't feel like working, to go out for coffee instead of a run.
I'm going to try to gain ten pounds. I'm going to try this counseling thing.
Tonight, I've got red nails for waiting on tables and visiting bars. Medicine man, whoa-oa-oa. |
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