The Frankness of Drug Addicts terrifies me.
Utee. That's this lady's name. I hope everything goes good for her and she finds herself a family. I feel so drained, UF still hasn't sent me a reply. I've been visiting this hospital way too fucking much. I need to brush up on some classic literature. I need to find myself a fulcrum. And maybe some emotionally stability, but only if I can keep being fun.