anna

circa july 2004






an ex of mine once said he is certain that my constant need to change my hair supports his theory that i have a mental illness
he wasnt very cool
thats why i ditched him

im not feeling very nice
and i feel no need to put it into poetic form
im
just
not
feeling
very
nice

my breasts are terribly swollen
i cant sleep on my stomach because it feels like im lying on rocks
i may be turning into a cow
stagnant, wide, weary-eyed, grazing

i plan out my life
in books
its silly
to think these things will ever be realized
i cant even put a period at the end of a sentence

its hard to explain things you dont understand