Friday, July 8, 2011

same old story

How could I ever write anything worth reading?

“you know, you really talk to much”- I was just telling him about school, sitting on the edge of the couch

and now if I sit long enough I start to feel a growing balloon in my esophagus- threatening to burst

uhhhhhhhh- im not really sure- I don’t know- I forgot- I don’t know- I forgot-

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