i'll put the moon on a spoon

it's 2010. i'm back in school now, done with my required drug classes. i think i want to keep going, if they'll let me. mr murray's just amazing. it's not like it prevents me from toking or drinking, but it makes me more aware of it.

you're still a sore spot. why are you doing this? you're beautiful handsome brilliant, you don't need that. you're a beautiful boy you are i just want to scream. if tears could bring you closer to me, we'd already be an old married couple. i hope that made sense. i limped around all day in a fog, worrying about you. i don't don't don't don't know what to do you don't want me and don't want to listen but i can do anything for you. i'll cook dinner and you can do the dishes, ok? and we'll drink kool-aid like your mom made for us that day and we can have a cat who's mean to our dog and we won't do meth. sound good? good.


i need a cigarette, a high school diploma, and a husband.