this is what i wanted, what i want. only i am alone, up to seven pills a day now. i am disgusting.
it's time for barbecues & swim suits & parties & dizzy-drunken romance. it's time for bumble bees & humming birds, rainbow-colored-ice drinks. it's time for afternoon showers & breezes dancing over sweat. i want to run. i can not accept that i am here, so close, i am keeping myself in a cage.
written on 2004-05-11 at 4:01 p.m.
she / lost