i was drugged. this is no teary mess of a hazy date rape; no that would be a fantasy at this point. im left with a shadowy recall of believing i was a rogue crimefighter on the brink of WWIII...on public transportation.
16.12.11
everythings impossible
i really am lacking in story topics. grandmas kidney stones.my sisters moving to new york.im getting super good christmas gifts; thanks to my near death experience...SOLID. a laptop and a guitar.i might go missing more often. ok thats prolly impossible now...i can't be unreachable for more than 15 minutes before alarm bells go off...i have a track phone that i forget to pay cos it doesn't remind me so for days at a time ill wonder why no ones talking to me before i remember to pay my phone bill. i remember life before cell phones. if you didn't feel like talking to someone you could just say you weren't home.
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