i am so hungry, my stomach is this big croaking emptiness, but right now i'm in that place where every bite seems to stick in my throat and i'm terrified that i'm going to choke (and being afraid it will happen makes it even harder to swallow, it's so much easier when you don't think about it
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i am from k-pax, i eat bananas whole. hello, i don't know where i've been. dead or sleepless, research papers eating me alive until i hack my way out with a fish-bone. everyone keeps asking about college college college and i have no answers except maybe. my mother says eat up the strawberry-rhubarb pie or it will go bad but i am not eating it
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our days are dreaming, falling into one another. it keeps feeling like autumn or winter or spring and only sometimes like summer. i have one more day for books and tea before fluorescent lights and paintsmells and noisy choir rooms all come back, before i start crying because i sell myself short and because people think i am smarter than i am
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