My eye is doing that annoying thing where it twitches
I keep hoping this paper will write itself, but everytime I check on it, it hasn’t.
After two bad incidents in a row caused by my addiction to soda, I think it’s time we got a divorce.
There are frat boys somewhere outside my window chanting and counting something down.
I keep hoping they’re counting down their own deaths, but then they just keep going.
so it goes.
Everytime I start to think I have the hang of this whole “depression” thing, it goes and does something new and terrible to reinvent itself. It’s kind of like Madonna in that sense.