June 2012
I bet you shit like a goat.
- Richie
moving on is a simple thing; what it leaves behind is hard.
you know the sleeping feel no more pain & the living all are scarred.
I don't want to be admitted to the hospital.
I don’t want surgery in the morning either… as long as nothing changes I won’t. one good thing, I finally get to eat. sweet wil is scurrying around town after midnight collecting books, clothes & food. <3
being in the fucking emergency room blows
my nurses & doctor are cool though. they gave me something in an iv that knocked me fucking stupid, diloudid or some shit. they stuck me twice to get the iv started, then came back for another one. :’( now the iv in my hand is fucked up. I wanna go home!
