the sun also rises.

and in the morning, you don't recognize me.


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i got in a car accident today. i t-boned an old lady and her old husband. i keep telling people i don't want to talk about it, but that's half true. i only want to talk about it if people can give me a fucking second and stop interrupting me so i can finish my story.

tonight we sat around a dining room table and picked out paint colors. janet, mom, and i. i picked out colors for my room, janet picked out colors for the whole house.

when i think about all the boxes i've moved and packed and unpacked since i was five, i feel kindof empty. here, i feel overwhelmed like i can't handle what's going on, between school and work and car accidents and tickets.
shit happens. and in a year i won't remember all of this stress. hell, in 6 months, i'll be done with it.

i keep getting so bent out of shape.
and i wanted to write something good because i was listening to the album leaf which put me in a writing mood, but i guess... not.