My watch finally broke today... one side of the strap snapped clean off so i just tore the other side off too since it was barely clinging on anyway. I was not initially overcome with sadness or disappointment because it had been threatening to snap for some time and I knew it could break any day. The grief came later, every time I instinctively checked my naked wrist, as I was expecting it to be there because it always was. Although it is almost June, there is still a slight tan line on my wrist from summer. At the supermarket I bought a bag of bagels and was surprised to find the watch missing despite making the same mistake over and over again all day. I pulled out my phone instead. 24th. I have six days to eat these bagels.
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i close my eyes and hold my arms against the box like a prayer He screams back at me like an answer. i feel out of place but i am not scared...
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It has been a while... i've been so busy post-uni-semester and haven't really found the time to actually sit down and think. It is C... -
last tuesday i spent my four hour gap between my two classes aimlessly wandering around the city listening to neutral milk hotel. ...
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