Didn’t want to wake today at all what is the point? I don’t want to get dressed and be faced with a world I wish didn’t exist. The breakfast I ate tasted of sand and moldy potatoes but it looked like pumpkin pie. Nowadays I can’t really tell much of anything. Pick pick at my face on top of the counter for hours, my boyfriend keeps telling me that when I scratch my face in a trage I can’t seem to control that it looks like he beats me. He doesn’t beat me, I beat myself.
vegetables aren’t supposed to have names like Heather and Philip. I name them, carrots, bok choy, spinach, cumin seeds, rosemary I find on sidewalks or in other people’s front yards.