Sunday, May 29, 2011

Waited for my bus for an hour and a half. Decided I needed a break from reading David Foster Wallace the way one takes a break from a lover. The way one says "I cannot go home with you because later I will like you and feelings are just generally unbearable." M heart feels funny like it is not beating properly and I imagine myself passing out on the bus after dramatically crying out for help.

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