Last week my History professor was talking about British Imperialism in India
while I was busy watching a row of ants
make their way from the trash can to
a hole in the wall,
and I mentally checked in just in time to hear him say,
“If you don’t believe the future will be any better, what’s the point of living?”
and I wanted to laugh at the top of my lungs,
but I just kept taking notes
Last night
I downed three times the recommended dosage of sleeping pills with beer,
which is obviously really bad for you,
but obviously not bad enough,
because I still woke up
I got you Anne Sexton for your birthday because I love her,
but also because I have a real affinity for writers who killed themselves,
because I feel like they’re doing laps around the pool
while I’m still looking down from the diving board
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
Last week my History professor was talking about British Imperialism in India
while I was busy watching a row of ants
make their way from the trash can to
a hole in the wall,
and I mentally checked in just in time to hear him say,
“If you don’t believe the future will be any better, what’s the point of living?”
and I wanted to laugh at the top of my lungs,
but I just kept taking notes
Last night
I downed three times the recommended dosage of sleeping pills with beer,
which is obviously really bad for you,
but obviously not bad enough,
because I still woke up
I got you Anne Sexton for your birthday because I love her,
but also because I have a real affinity for writers who killed themselves,
because I feel like they’re doing laps around the pool
while I’m still looking down from the diving board