nogodsnomanagers

must be something strange i kissed,
maybe when my eyes were closed?

dunno but tonsilitis ain't all the fun of the fair

oh look at my room it's full of junk, i have to pack it all up soon when i move north
although the past 4 months have been somewhat tense it's been ok living back home. she calls me the wretched child but i know ma appreciates that i'm around even though i work all night and don't come home 4 days in a row
i'm so grateful to her for not judging the ways i'm reacting to the stuff going on right now. at this point i am more worried about her and how she is coping than the frail and incomprehending form that i used to call my father
oh he's still my father, but he has lost his spirit. cancer has eaten his soul. and as perverse and wrong as this sounds to me, it will be a mercy when his physical form gives up too
trying to think of a cheerier note....but it seems sr has abandoned thought of me and none of my friends have so much as sent a message of concern
and i'm sick so i get to be a negative grumpy fuck
ow my head

NGNM

Later: loud music always helps, even though it's probably making my headache worse

rebel girl you are the queen of my world

i had strange toast with sugary marzipan stuff in it, and raisins....it was good
what i want is a girl, right here right now
i want feeling-a-bit-wobbly-and-want-to-feel-good sex slowly and yummily
unfortunately my breath smells and i'm ill and i'm not brave enough to call anyone and no possibilities live close enough
gawd dayum

NG NM