2/29/12
i said two days ago that i would rant when i wasn’t too tired.
it’s now the 29th,
and i’m still too tired.
what does that say about my motivation.
what does that say about my will to live.
when i, ali erickson, am too tired to write.
my biggest fucking passion.
what
does that tell you
about how much
i want to keep breathing air.
my brain
is one big ball of
dfgjhdfkgfdhkjfghkdjfgdfghkjhdfkjghdjkgfhjfdjgh.
i can’t think.
i can’t breathe.
i don’t want to.
stop.
