i guess i have a week left. maybe a few days more or less.

got to have all my ducks in a row by the 8th. then, 12th, the testing is done, the 19th, the knife comes.

something like that.

i need to buy a bed and find some way to move shit i can’t lift or transport.

…something like that.

i keep thinking to myself, “are you happy now?”

who knows? who can? lots of people have advice or something positive to say. lots of people can fuck off too. they wear their own skin and i’m shedding mine, like i said, there is a path and a line – when we all come out of the other side of things.

really.

it’s gonna be a fucking riot. hold your breath son. things are going to get worse before they get worse.

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the flip side of things has me compelled to explain that in my heart of hearts, november has me freaked, on so many levels, i can’t think.

but.

the aftermath of november is the sole reason i wake up currently.

think positive. smile wide.

hope.