All summer, i've been staring out my window, watching people get stuck in the shallow waters of the river on their colourful, rope-tied rafts.
i am inside my apartment, watching the beautiful youth and summer pass me by, floating along with beers and no life jackets.
A few more days until judgment day. And then this Hell can end.
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you describe the misery of existence so beautifully I almost don't want your Hell to end. almost...
ReplyDeleteit's over. i passed. i was elated. i was surprised. now it's back to normal. it was so anticlimactic. but at least i can sleep at night without screaming anymore... or at least i'm screaming for different reasons now...
ReplyDeleteHell is overrated. Unless you live in Michigan, in which case Hell is about 20 miles northwest of Ann Arbor.
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