Everything is itching. My skin, my brain, my life. Everything is just slightly off and it's irritating but you my friend are soothing which is why i always want to make you laugh because it's cool and relieving to laugh with you. I try to laugh whenever i can because I feel like each of us has a patience bank and when it fills up we break and when we laugh hard that bank empties. Life is better for the few seconds that you're smiling and the world slows down and all you can think about is how your face hurts a little and you can't breathe but you're ok with that.
The itching will subside from time to time but it will never go away completely. Which sucks. But we live with it, day in, day out. Which still sucks.
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Word Vomit
Short StoryI've been writing in this for a while and I think I just need to publish them. Poetic rambling.
