Wednesday, September 20, 2023

 Saturday, September 16, 2023

Time to Write about People

 I woke up a few minutes ago. Tis 6:15. I'm pooping in a toilet. I am in my mother's house. I had nice dreams I barely remember, but I feel hope.


I thought more about my DWI. I'll be okay. I don't really care. I should be punished. I would watch Barbie again. I could live eternally...

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