i am going on day three with a pinched nerve, or something, on the left-hand side of my back, about one third of the way down. it smarts.
inevitable
you know that it can’t last you know you don’t have time to make it work you know that it won’t be the thing you know that all’s ahead is hurt you know that you can’t do this thing you don’t have the heart you know you know what i’m trying to tell you you […]
somewhere in africa there’s a girl who’s parents have died of aids
meanwhile, i sit in a big comfy chair sad that the girl i love ignores me getting fat on anti-depressants when most of the people who’ve ever lived have died of hunger