2004-09-08 - 11:28 p.m.
Get me wrong.
Counsellor tomorrow. Great. I hate that. I only remember I'm sick when I'm seeing the doctor.
My nails scream in red, because they can. I crave something notoriously toxic and would ravish anything suitable within reach. I am poison I am cyanide I am bleach I am arsenic and old lace. I am schizophrenia. I am delusions of grandeur.
I am a severe orthographic hallucination. Can you feel my eyes rolling?
Today I felt my heart fill until it could burst. And maybe it did. And maybe the remains slipped out while my platelets were on a cigarette break.
Counsellor tomorrow. Great. I hate that. I only remember I'm sick when I'm seeing the doctor.
My nails scream in red, because they can. I crave something notoriously toxic and would ravish anything suitable within reach. I am poison I am cyanide I am bleach I am arsenic and old lace. I am schizophrenia. I am delusions of grandeur.
I am a severe orthographic hallucination. Can you feel my eyes rolling?
Today I felt my heart fill until it could burst. And maybe it did. And maybe the remains slipped out while my platelets were on a cigarette break.
