people continually disappoint me "i'll be back in a minute" and then an hour later, i'm running out of time to catch my train, am wondering if i should walk to clarkson with a fucking mount board thats bigger than me because people can't keep their fucking word.
"Oh, Eco, she thought, you were an alone and cruel god, loving me at your whim, punishing me on the bad days, making me burn and slash my arms, my legs, loving me on the good days with a kiss, an embrace, a downward curving smile."