Green Lawn Chair and a Joint

I just want to sit under the shade of a tree, in peace. My reflections blend with my memories.

I have a tendency to give too much information. I love this. I love that I am bursting at the seams to repeat what I have seen and experienced. I love that I am desperate to make you feel my story. I want to write like I'm grabbing you by the neck.

Lately, I sleep soundly, and I don't dream. I sleep alone in a thong and wrist braces. I wake up in pain and I go to sleep in pain. I wake up to eating pills and I go to sleep after I eat more pills. I am 21.