December 2010
reblog if you were single for all of 2010
I’ve been single all of my life. Seriously.
One sentence, one story. Here I go.
The euphoric image in my head, trapped remains of a displaced idea.
I’m being discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I don’t want to leave here though. It’s nice having people waiting on you. Anyway, the social worker is trying to send me to a residential facility for treatment. I hate the social worker. She looks like a white grape. I usually don’t hate anybody besides myself, but I hate her so much that thinking about her gives me a...
