we spent a lot of money, maybe a lot of time trying to get high.Ā
iām in the bedroom with my shirt half on, doing it again. chowing down a handful of hallucinogens i palmed over the summer when i was afraid we were all taking too many. sneezing, blowing powder out through my noise in a snotty clump, thinking shit--there goes fifty bucks, then remembering it was only a diet pill.Ā
there are too many pills in my closet. there are too many shoes under my bed. i have a sink full of dirty dishes and a roommate who doesnāt wash them. a boyfriend who doesnāt call.Ā
i feel really tight behind andĀ between my eyes, i wonder if the diet drug and the shrooms are reacting weirdly, or fighting each other. itās new yearās day: iām listening to psappās ātiger, my friendā thinking itās for sure the best album iāve heard in a while.Ā
my head definitely hurts now, my ears are ringing. iāve lived on the the same street for two years. i am getting out of here soon.Ā
i have too much shit lying around. things i like but donāt really use enough to justify owning. either that or i just wish i had my own place so i could keep it how i like it. barring that, iāll just start giving things away.Ā
i wanna fly. i swear i will. i realized that last night while jake stood me up. i have no business fucking around here. i need myself; thatās it. i need myself too much to be here--to be with him, watching the clouds curl into each other like thousands of jet trails.Ā
impossible clouds. impossible lives.Ā
i am getting out of here soon.
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