Friday, September 16, 2005

(AT THE END OF 2005, LAMICTAL KEPT ME ALIVE. Not really, that was a bit of melodrama because it rhymed, but I did feel terribly shitty in that “why can’t a bus just jump the curb and kill me accidentally so I won’t be blamed for throwing myself in front of it,” sort of way. He didn’t throw himself in front of a bus, the bus threw itself behind him.)

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