burn your bridges with secret rage
I wrote this yesterday.
Last night I woke up around 4 in the morning. Someone outside was screaming ?Are you going to come down?!?!? I LOVE YOU!!!!!" It was not the sort of "I love you" that says hey c'mon were going late night tobogganing; it'll be fun but rather a very desperate pleading kinda "I love you" a sort of get off that ledge I love you. Ugh, It was probably a couple having a fight of some kind I was sure it was a suicide attempt at the time. I never heard any more of the conversation. I just laid in bed in listened for a the kerplunk of somebody who'd had enough. I mean Christmas can do that to a person. It never came but I stayed in bed feeling pretty spooked for a long time.
Dave likes to tell me that a little boy previously hung himself in my closet and is out to haunt me. It never scares but after all that I started thinking about it and I was scared the boy was I dunno, HAUNTING MY EARDRUMS and making me hear things.
The last three days were a booze food sleep and depression fog. I am, I am, I am. I am washing a million socks and my eye is fucked up and I couldn't sleep last night. I stayed up till 6 in the morning watching Arrested Development. |
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