journal entry #1

I need a new pair of legs and joints,
they are growing thin, and im only 20...
i'd recommend myself painkillers if i was a doctor.
and watch my bones wear themselves down,
like two angry people with broken arms trying to take swings at each other.

but alas, i don't have the power to be a doctor, too much everything will overwhelm my simple
little thought process, and then i'd feel like a top, or more so an upside down top made of cardboard
and the sticky parts of those sticky notes because there is no more scotch tape laying around in my arts and crafts box.

and my last arts and crafts box was so cool, but i stepped on it one day and my foot went through the plastic pieces and it broke like glass, but sounded like a dull thud of dropping your little plastic sippy cup on tiled floor of your kitchen.

And that's how i felt today.