don't they have payphones wherever you were last night?

i get perverse pleasure out of coughing until i get stabbing pains in my gut. also shitty convenience stores in milwaukie. i'm relishing this decline.

bulimia nervosa, non-purging type.

i'm lying and forgetting how to stop.

it's my fault.

i adore cookies. for motherfucking real. there is no reason to ever stop eating cookies.

i give you what i wouldn't want and then i listen to songs like this
('i feel like
i wouldn't like me
if i met me')
to fill in the resulting silence. how charming.

one word and i am back where i started. chopsticks are love.

much wood.