i just noticed weve been here since late 2005.
i still take baths so hot i bruise.
i still have that idea that i’d be cannonized.
i hate memoirs of a geisha.
i still can’t talk to anyone [guys anyway].
i still take xanax.
i still pretend i’m alice from alice in wonderland.
i refuse to take happy pills or birth control like im supposed to.
i still have not stoped hiding behind books.
i cut down on booze but not pills.
people still tell me i dont get it. at whatever it was they said.
i finally figured out how to slam a revolving door.
things are still concave.
papa’s death still kills me.
i still hate the mention of fat tuesday.
the boy that gave me the afi pin is in the marines.
he got a hold of me the other day.
i still think cupid is too cool for a bow and arrow.
i am still meant to be a turn off.
i think she has finally drowned like narcissus.
i don’t think she will ever come back as a flower.
i still bite on things.
but got rid of the spanish mirror.
and frame.
i still think my viens are pretty.
i can still quote ‘flashflood.’
this [i]is[/i] where the song gets hard.

[i am not going to finish going thru the rest.]
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the ashtray is full of cigs and this is my cue to crash.