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2010-01-20 - 12:37 a.m.
I've been on auto-pilot the past two days. To the rest of America: I'm sorry if we fucked up your health-care. Some of us tried. Talking is pulling teeth. I cannot hang up the phone. Without her. Giving me attitude. And I will fire it. Right back at her. Until. I am too tired. Which. I am. Most nights. Sometimes I feel like living together would be the answer, and then I remember somethings are just too costly to undo, so why do them in the first place? And it's days/minutes like these that I realize I may live a wholly unremarkable life.
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