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2003-02-18 - 12:51 p.m.
'"maybe this world is another planet's hell"'
"the saddest thing i ever did see was a woodpecker pecking a plastic tree. he turned to me and 'friend,' said he, 'things aren't as sweet as they used to be.'" ~Shel Silverstein
I'm a car wreck. But then, it's probably a car wreck kind of day. A car wreck kind of life. I've taken to a three Tylenol p.m. per night habit, because I know otherwise I'd never be able to sleep here. I'd never be able to sleep. And three's just enough to push me into pseudo-unconsciousness. Which I need. Unfortunately.
The more I think about it, the more I don't want to think about it. The more I go over it in my head the more I realize the truth of the situation. Which I honestly don't want to see.
I'm already all bruises and regrets without the sharp reality of a hazy situation coming in full force to fuck me. To make me know. But I'm starting to. Against my will. And somehow nothing changes. Nothing changes anything.
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