Sinkng again. I can’t breathe, and I can’t cry. I can despair. I can curl up and die. I can bite my lips until they bleed. I can pull my greasy hair back. I can cocoon. I can make mistakes and freak out. I can take my one note and play it indefinitely.
Goddammit.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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October 25, 2008 at 8:57 pm
poeticgrin
Yes you can, but then you can also get a caesar salad this evening. Little victories.