This morning, she blared classical music
from the master bedroom. I know it was to...

You have band-aids on your arm again.
But they're not bandages, your skin...

I think about you, every so often, when a
90s pop song plays on the radio and how you...

I carry this sadness with me,
I carry it in my heart...

Sunny days aren't promised to us.
I repeat this, my mantra, as Fleetwood Mac...

I've lost faith in
so many things...

You've ruined it again for us,
just like you've ruined my hope for...

I am far too cautious,
rarely allowing myself to be...

Every morning, I take a shower at
11 AM, and every morning, it's there...

I never wanted much, I never do.
I barely ask for anything at 24 years old...

I couldn't handle it this morning.
Correction - I couldn't handle her...

I've been
counting...