“It means nothing.” He’s being accommodating. He feels bad about the diss. “I’ll say,” I say.
“Never mind,” I say. It’s not as if he can do anything.
Oh to be Sylivia Plath, head in the oven or not.
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
December 16, 2011 in Uncategorized
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December 16, 2011 at 10:27 pm
slpmartin
Oh my friend …seldom is death the answer to life…Plath would have figured that out at some point I believe…have a great new year!