betsyjane

I put up like one new candid - I tried to put up more but things exploded like they often do.
The poem from the previous entry took place in a real abandoned hospital in Staten Island.
I slept a lot. A lot. A lot.
Everything is a mess. Nothing is clean.
There are certain upsetting things that are making it difficult to function. Like the loss of the majority of my cd collection which is like losing a part of my soul.
Or the fact that my phone is disconnected which is sad and annoying.
It is time to be sleepy and wash clothes in the tub.