Monday, October 10, 2011
Q: When Myrtle died...
These nights had me waking up feeling numb as though my lungs was collapsing and my pillow was soaked for some reason. Messed up, this time of the year is like so. In small gasps, I found myself barely able to control the pulsating heart and the anger...it pisses me off greatly that I just stood there not being able to do anything. My frustrated self wasn't able to cope well with it even after many Octobers and instead of telling myself that it ain't my fault, I can only hear myself going "Shit shit shit shit..." The playback button isn't so fun anymore.
...he's forgotten.
vonnie s.
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