strawberries in the window
hello i am strong, i threw myself into a cold shower this morning, i wanted to feel good for feeling so bad. today a strange man named patrick came over, he made me call him pat, "pat". i thought why not pet? i hate your name vat rat, fender strat man giraffe. he talked about paper things with rolling eyes like my stepmother janice who is under five feet tall and has a watermelon smile, he was on drugs or mars. sort of like this taxi driver i had once, only he made me cry, and told me not to touch his ear.
i am getting a cold so my hair is braided in two and i'm eating tomato soup. i want to be good. okay. shit, where is everyone? everyone left with patrick. jennifer went home to see mom and i feel useless. i could cut out shapes and glue them to my face? probably not. i am listening to the easy rider soundtrack. i sound like a machine because of my cold insides right now so i apologize quiet certain. i love you bedtime story goodnight.
Current Mood: ma vie, tout ma vie 
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