the bookshelves of The Morgan Library

She's resting. My head hurts.

I still don't know how scared for my life I should be. Haha.

God, my head....

God. I. Do NOT feel well. ....She still hasn't spoken directly to me.

“Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.” – Edna O'Brien, In the Forest

//today is a hand me my shovel I'm going in kinda day

[*click*] [Fabric rustling. Then,] "Mmn. Uh oh." [*click*]

she's still not back.

[*click*] [Bernarda giggles girlishly.] You're so funny! Here, give me your phone, I'll take a picture- [Rustling fabric] Hey, cutie, what's your phone password? [Another voice chimes in, gruffer.] "I don't know if-" No, no. Baby. Tell me your phone password. [*click*]

What the hell.

as i get older, i also worsen i used to be a better person

I'm not a fucking monster. I'm still me. I'm still me.

Well. This place hasn't gotten any better.