Goodmorning, precious nutcase. Which side will I face today? The neurotic one, to my dismay. I can never tell which one you truly are. I know, it seems bizarre that after all this time still I’m so painfully unaware. And I can’t force you to care.
How I hate you, Kerouac, you made me believe I can live with the crazy ones. Oh how wrong was I. After all this time I still can’t tell which one’s the lie. The one that l have to beg and twist my arm out to get attention or the one that sends me 'I miss you's etched in the sand.