There's this thing about being here in this space...the thing that told me for sure that I wanted to write. The thought that my words were out there for someone else to drink, to dream, to scold, to scoff - all of it. I felt it the first time someone replied to an entry. It …
Everything feels so foreign
The place below the base of my neck is sharp and keeping it upright and tight only makes it worse. There's a way to rub and a way to just go to sleep...ways to face it or ways to ignore it...just like every other goddamn thing in my life. I want to be somewhere else. …
Dixie's Road Trip 