Im giving up on writing. It's what's keeping me sick. All the shit thats in my head should stay there for a while. Im giving nothing a long enough time to stew around, and everything that comes spewing out is udercooked and tastes like shit. I keep coughing up Thanksgiving dinners.
Mental Hiatus.
Cleveland tomorrow.
I give in, up, out.
Good night, and good luck,
Kelly
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