sing along and be prepared

i'll keep saying this - it's natural. it was natural, and good, and easy. his car is a little spaceship. so futuristic with it's blue lights and compact nature. he bought me a diet coke, and we flew into space away from everything we knew.

anxiety. just that word makes my heart race, and i am sick of it. i want to be free to talk about blood, to think about flying. to walk into hospitals. to not worry about you or being there. to not feel anxious about anything. to not lose my appetite. i take those little drops under my tongue and it's gone. sometimes. or it makes my knees quiver incessantly.

let me open my armssssssssss

i hate that you don't write. i check everyday. "take this life".

this was you and me.

next week we graduate.

my hands are dyed.