When I start thinking about you I throw my phone across the room as hard as I can.
Somehow I always stop myself from burning everything that reminds me of you.
I told my best friend I wanted to fight with him, but I didn't tell him it was because I wanted to taste what rape feels like.
I wish I liked more of my friends or had better ones, so I could have someone to text whenever I start to hate myself.
I like postsecrets.com because I helps me focus on other people rather than myself.
I eat frosting out of the tin because I hate ice cream and myself, but when I opened the tin you gave me for my birthday, I cried. I should have saved it for the day you'll be leaving.
I'm seeing a therapist next tuesday. I'm afraid that I might not like her, or she might talk to me and make me want to kill myself. I'm afraid that I'll start crying or she'll tell me things I don't want to hear. I'm afraid that this therapist will hate me and tell me to shut up.
I'm afraid of meeting new people when that's all I really want.
That is all.
Title- Handlebars by the Flobots
Saturday, July 19, 2008
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Zed,
When are you going to give me an online reading assignment? We have some mind games to play concerning our interpretations. So, bring it on.
Jim
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