Purple Knees
I am writing. Writing in this journal I don't keep. I think I should maybe keep it. But I always have this urge to use it to entertain instead. I guess that would be pointless now. I fell today. Twice. I still don't feel like sleeping. She thought I was having a seizure. I wanted to ask her name and tell her she saved me but I just ended up thanking her a lot. I sold a pair of earrings today. Pear. Pear is in season? It doesn't seem like anything is. Black widows in grapes. I got some. I am lonely and alone. Here. I wish I didn't have anything to do. I only write here when I am at my worst and no one wants to hear. But I don't have anything more than that to say. Maybe that's the problem. Boring even in tragedy. I will go look for something to put me to sleep.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
diabolusmetztli's journal