I don't like to cry,but this drowning sensation is thickening. I just want to scream. I'm sick of holding it all in. But i continue to lock it all in. So this drop of clear, salty water that just threw it's self onto the back of my hand is just caused by a leaky ceiling. I'll just blame it on the leaky ceiling. Hey dad, the ceiling is leaking!
But nobody is home.
I could really careless about arcitectual malfunctions, so i'm going to forget about it and try to sleep. Mabye sleeping will become difficult because it seems like there are holes everywhere in this house.
Do we even have a fucking ceiling?
Mabye someone will come home and notice a puddle. Mabye they'll just say leaky ceilings are a part of life.
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- Mae Eden
- Every thing i write here sounds lame. In fact i haven't written much of anything since january. Damn writers block. I don't know what else to try.
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