have to get some shots tomorrow. they might see some other scars. if they ask i’ll probably cry… if i do, they’ll think something’s wrong. why is it so difficult to have/show any feelings in this world today? um anyway, even if it goes fine, i’m pretty much done. not angry or tired or anything, just feeling inadequate/invisible… and i don’t want to be here/anywhere anymore. how this will end, i don’t know yet, but i know it will end soon.
i will lay my body down
oh somewhere, beneath the sun
flee the safety of the trees
where i’ve taken, i have not brought
i will bathe my chest […]