No. 1.

Let's try something new. If it doesn't work, we cross it out, pretend it never happened. I feel like I've done this before. I know I have done this before.

It comes down to the simplicities: Single-word descriptions, springtime managing to make this rotten little town look pretty, neverenoughsleep, and the fact that I have forgotten to eat dinner for a handful of nights in a row. It isn't as if I'm doing this on purpose, I'm well past the foolish age of doing damaging things to myself on purpose, but if I've learned anything in the last months, it's that intent means exactly shit.

My phone's battery is dying and this is more bad timing, but it's not as if I ever call up anyone with these burdens this anyway. Instead, I am sitting here fighting a panic attack (side note: If a panic attack were an animal, what would it be? A wolf? A crocodile? The mouth of a whale? Something with either too many teeth or a whole lot of uncomfortable space, that's for sure), assigning numbers, and writing stupid lines like:

It isn't as if I'm trying to leave myself
all over your life.

And leaving it at that. Where the hell else is it going to be left at anyway, at this point?

Well, at least I have something to say again.