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twenty-first, nov wake up hung over with a headache that makes my neck feel crooked. i feel the welt on my arm where i stabbed myself with my lit cigarette last night. "i'll have a welt tomorrow," i thickly thought. ...did i really drink a beer with half and half in it? wait, really? as i'm doing tricks with my jump rope, skipping to a song so good i wish someone else were here to share the shivers, i tell myself if you call and say that you've changed your mind, that you hope my offer still stands, i wouldn't try to sound rational, weighing both sides, in attempts to coolly try and trick you into thinking i couldn't care less which side you eventually decided on. i wouldn't try to convince you with an illusionary voice, full of confidence. haha, or maybe i would...i guess i'll never know if i'm tricking myself. though i've a sneaking black premonition with a big fucking grin on his face...! |