As bad and as low as I feel, I feel worse for what my mother must be feeling for having such a fucked up daughter. Bleh.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
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