wrote this in history class 11/2006

There’s a bug in my bowel and it’s affecting my mood, so if I itch, ache or have a bitchy attitude pay no mind, because my patients have no time. I feel like a narcissist because I have to pee, puke and shit simultaneously and you’d probably be pissy too. The news! Good or bad, it’ll be the History we can’t forget because it has invoked emotions that may get you high or make you a wreck, so what the heck? Why is this sickness getting the best of me? So controlling, nothings good enough to bring me back to jolly simplicities that relieve me of ugly, unwanted ness and shit that gets on your shoulder. It said, “hold her down, down, down!” time to break away, love that sound but I just cant find those arrows that lead my path, because I’m so intoxicated by this bug full of red wrath. This is only this better half.