WINter.
being this high can be difficult.
my dad just texted me a blank text. is this the last thing i ever receive from my dad? a blank text? like he owed me a blank check? days and nights spent on the concrete deck, hoping nothing crept up, mind and home in complete wreck.
i miss dexter a lot. no i don’t actually, lol.
i apologized to TT, aw! he said we’re cool.
mary j bliege can sing.
i need to learn how.
my mind is a baby kitten, according to the nurse. ugh.
