2004-10-17......3:02 p.m.......

the bile is rising. a collection of a thousand words i have been meaning to say to you have been pushed down from my throat back into my stomach where they have proceeded to form a large mass of burning anxiety. i cant wring it out of my hands. i have to do so much, but i cant do it. anything. i cant even get up off of this couch.


...and all sing in harmony, i am ok...

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