i'm so happy that.
that i would be happy enough to say that i am happy about that.
i'm sappy from climbing trees on the tops of mountains.
i'm going to leave this world. visit another.
i use to make these rash decisions about everything. some habits are hard to shake.
so sick. so icky stuck on this fucking sickness. i am tied up in knots.
i just heard someone say " your daughter has a crush blah.. blah..."
is it a teacher? asks my mother.
i just fucking sit in my room and think about how i just want to dive into some sort of milk bath. i want your milk on my skin.
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