-cut from other, smaller-

Rolling away down the center aisle-

-clothing strewn across the floor like-

-and I sit and try to tell him I know what I'm going to write about but can't decide-

-dead praying mantis set on my-

-doing better just have to keep a positive-

-movie because it's just about all I am passionate about-

-doesn't matter, turn up music, roll down windows,-

-then some guy sits-

-so sad-

-and of course I don't mind because why should I but-

-mattress taking up too much room. Back aches and my feet-

-because I respect people's space. He however seems taken aback and I get annoyed-

-never shuts the closet door.

Then I remember I did smile in-

-general direction once before. It's something I've been trying to do to most everyone in the hall because who doesn't like being smiled at? That's my reasoning and I guess my problem-

-cut in two. I cannot recall-

-bookends with fish on the sides. Heavier than I anticipated,-

-stupid black frame that costed me ten dollars. I'm really bad with money, I'm always hungry or upset to the point where I need-

-is 'costed' a word?

I guess I'm not really good at conveying small talk when I am already invested in a previous conversation. Isn't everyone like that? Or is it-

-women-

-surprised you can still jump on the bed! I mean,-

-should be getting better everyday but somehow-

-existentialism is for losers and people who can't-

-so stupid and talentless and empty and-

-can't do anything right-

-worthless-

-caged. Always vacuuming the house-

-are like the field of psychology. There is no winning with either of them, you'll always piss-

-asking me where I live and where I'm going like he-

-like men. They're hairy and smell bad and don't brush their teeth unless-

-women are fascinating, to a point.

How was your night?

Work?

Huh.

Ok, meet me at noon-