being muffin-full is one of the worst fulls there are. Honestly. Honest to god.
Saturday:
tired, voming. i watch shaun of the dead with three peoples. botched phone conversation to mother as mother. why dont you trust me, etc.
sleeping sleeping yelling sleeping
and the discussion of painful things in the freezing cold.
Sunday i wake up too early to feel good.
people leave person stays -leave the key behind the pack of paper.
meetings. but not the meeting i expected. honestly i expected to sit on the step and talk of rules.
but things were scrubbed instead. until my fingers are literally bleeding all over the bathroom. its because i tried to split a steel wool in half. bad idea.
j'ai trouve sa excitant.
mario kart with anna
michaels and grocery shopping. making giant lipsticks. eugh. and its ugly.
three hours of conversation about things i cant help but not feel. and im sorry about it.
goodnight goodnight.
theres a bright light behind my aching head and the smoke tumbles into it. into you.
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