Tjej and Cujo.

i over condition my hair in hopes it will stop crackling when i bend it between my fingers, and let it dry in a ponytail down my back while i sleep most of today for no good reason at all. the air inside of my mouth tastes sick, no matter how many juice boxes. toothpaste is far away, in the bathroom, so undoable. this room is my world until January 6th. i watch tv about people obsessed with their dogs and it makes me mad and comforts me. there isn’t much of today i didn’t spend crying, i am slightly embarrassed to type that. there always comes a point where it stops hurting, i know that. i will know it again, soon.