i feel like the king in that myth, dionysius. always having a knife hanging over my head, hanging by a horsehair. the horsehair that could pull apart at any second. that horsehair is my life, and his head is mine. wonderful.
my family went to florida until sunday. my mom let me stay home alone (until this weekend), as part of her "i don't care about you" regime(n). this usually never would have happened. weird. but anyway, the silent house is nice
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