July 13, 2007

I’ve drowned myself, dosed myself, denied myself….

i’m sorry that i’ve wasted myself this past year…these past two…two and a half. i’m sorry that i’ve drowned myself, dosed myself, denied myself both sleep and true consciousness. i’m sorry that i’ve lost myself and denied my abilities. i’m sorry that i went to college and took out these loans because i’d quit if they wouldn’t default, quit and save some money. i’m sorry that i can’t, sorry that i have these tattoos on my arms and that i hide them under long sleeves in my office and at my mother’s apartment. i’m sorry when my father calls because he is so far away and because he left me and not i him. sorry that my mother kisses another man, sleeps in another man’s bed and talks to his younger daughter. i’m sorry that my father doesn’t know, that he loves her, that i can’t bring myself to tell him. i’m sorry when she says he still makes her laugh. because he makes me laugh too. and it makes me cry.

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