I have messed up bones.
I got into a for reals fight this weekend. Angry and angry and sad and sad. We are all okay now.
Sometimes I try to compartmentalize my headhurt and imagine what a life without it would be like. How much more I could accomplish. How much more likely I would be to actually docreatesingdanceplaybuildsewswimdrawwritemakepantssingcookbakecalltalkchatconnect than I am generally.

I have this vision of the future. In it I wear an apron, though I am not sure anything I am doing necessitates in. In it, the windows are open, the wind blows, my feet get to be bare, it isn't too hot or too cold, and my headhurt is gone.

Anyway, I've stopped writing in this intertubal journal because of this tiredness. I can't seem to formulate anything that tells a story.
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