The doctos didn't recognize my face,

[myknifeyrheart]

__________.
Bad luck thirteen is the lucky number.
The last time I could've scribbled in this was August fifth, under the influence of hallucinogens.
I don't remember much more beyond the stars.
And, no one knows the trouble I've been in.
Things are beginning to tremble, my body is a diced, shapeless, pile as I lie on this bed.
Someone's yelling,
F

Comments

[indubitablynig]

I'm thinking of stealing that ring when i go to claim my family guy dvd's.

[myknifeyrheart]

You had the ring the last time I remember.
What you did with it, I have no idea.
The dvds...well, good luck with that, hun.

[indubitablynig]

i'm not talking about the toy one.

[myknifeyrheart]

You're going to get the other ring?
As in...the not toy one that I was going to buy you for our engagement? Why would you ever do that?

[indubitablynig]

because it was perfect.

[myknifeyrheart]

I would like to think that it was.
I'd like to think that it was going to last forever.
I would like to think you didn't lie, or anything bad, and everything just came out of no where.
-I guess that teaches me to think, right?
Love,
Clinton

[myknifeyrheart]

I'm going to apologize before you even read that.
So...sorry for saying that.

[indubitablynig]

you've said worse.