like, i'll be honest, i've been doing anything not to --
as in committing to buying new clothing to wrap and hide my limbs in and taking up new activities and taking up space
regretting SO MANy horribly unforgivable generalized sins i feel responsible for, all the whilst i bathe in denial
my brain is rotting beyond recognition, this is not the lowest point - i'm in the stratosphere! i am more than a star, i am a meteor cascading endlessly, i am covered in gas station stickers, i'm blinged out to the heavens with lobotomy knives, i reek of surgery and chronic cold sweat and playboy cologne (and my dreams are everything that kitschy-cool-effortlessly-elite production houses wish for).
everyone here thinks i'm a pleasure to be around, if not just endearing. i'm not even high and i don't wish i were!
i've got a new pair of cerebral hemispheres!
