it hurts to text message. that's where i'm at right now. my fingertips feel dense. my knees feel rusted. my teeth feel uprooted. my back feels freezedried. what happened here. i feel like i'm going through withdrawal. i can't stand loud noises.
i started writing my dreams down. i don't remember them, and i don't want to read them for a long, long time.
i finally own american football's album.
i feel like i need to be on a stretcher.