Oct 14, 2009 16:16
[A distracted thought, slowly and halting, drifting off into doodling before being crossed out:] There are some things that I just can't--
He won't leave me the hell alone lately [blacked out carefully, irritably]
these gloves are too tight
I can hear the ocean someone playing the violin at night. I can't couldn't sleep.
I don't know why he [scratch scratch scratch]
I got There was a ✗
[This is added, a long time later after finding a dead mouse and earning himself a black eye. Someone is in a bad mood.]
Wilson. You asshole.
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