The hardest thing to do when you go back underwater, is talk about what the sky was like.
“You need to write something for the priest to say.”
She knows I should write it. And it sounds so easy
Because I write so much. But what she’s saying is
“Write the most beautiful thing you’ve ever written.
Try and capture a single moment of all I mean to you
With nothing but the noise your pen makes.”
And she knows how much inside myself I am
And she pulls me out.
And how do I explain to everyone how many little things like that
I’M ON BREAK FOR LIKE AN ENTIRE MONTH I’M SO GODDAMNED HAPPY
So I paid full price for my birth control, didn’t look in the bag because I’ve never had a problem before and I needed to get home. I go to take one and the idiot only gave me one month worth of pills instead of three like I paid for.
They better not refuse me my pills or I’m going to be mad. I know I should have checked, but the pamphlet says I was supposed to get three months so the guy at the counter is stupid.
I’m being so productive tonight on this stupid thing and I don’t even care how much I talk about this paper because this is important and me actually doing the paper is important because a few months ago I would have just been curled up in bed saying it’s not worth it
someone just write this paper for me so i can sleep because I don’t even care
I’m starting to panic about this third paper it’s not coming as easily as I thought it would
La Dispute - Nine