slippy slidey slippy slidey
Beans.
Baked potato
Blood.
Nosebleeds are back again. fuck.
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.
It's wet and cold and windy and I miss home.
I miss her. I miss my former girlfriend.
Not so much on the home.
My sister and I talked last night. Not talking to her again.
blood.
baked potato
baked beans
the knife was there again last night i saw it in a dream. the man with sunglasses and teeth like eyes was talking to me asking my plans the knife was important he said
blood
i hate nosebleeds they smell and itch and are sticky.
my roommate saw my cuts to day. near cursed her with gonorrhea. she said i should talk.
no.
nonononononono!
NO!
Not safe too. He showed me the places that were safe. there's not an oathholder there, only the hypocrats and their disorderly diseases and fears and...
I should take my meds.
Are they sugar?