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"+ I'm lookin' at your face and I just wanna smash it.
I just wanna fuckin' smash it with a sledgehammer &
squeeze it. You're so pretty.
- I want to chew your face, and I want to scoop out your eyes &
I want to eat them and chew them and suck on them.

+ OK. This is funny. This is nice."

so here i am, age 18 and counting. today was overall: great.
the brother and i tried to skateboard and escaped bruised cheeks &
crushed toes, repeatedly. and played hide and seek, because thats what
you do when you are nine. i hid on the roof and slept on hot black squares.

and i was up again last night, if you were wondering. and i know you were.
trying to combat a slow neurosis.. not really. but i will tell myself that i am.
because it sounds much more lovely than "i stayed up for 2 hours talking about
nothing/everything to myself". and then i woke up today. 18 and counting.

i found out today that:
a) an old friend had left his posessions and wrote goodbye notes
b) had left without money or a place to stay
and then in the same day, found out that someone was just overreacting and he is fine.
if you know samuel whitehead.. then don't worry. he is safe.
i guess i don't really talk to old friends and acquaintences as much as i could (should).

tonight is a night for rest.
no talking.
18 and counting.