i feel apprehensive and eat blackberries. the cigarette burn on my arm is bleeding pus and sometimes Hayden presses on my stomache so that i say "i-i-i-i m-a-a-a-a-k-e b-a-a-a-a-d d-e-c-i-i-i-s-i-o-o-o-o-n-s-s-s"
"its like in elementary school where they have an apple, an orange, a banana and a football and it says 'which one of these doesnt belong?', youre the football"