i wrote this a few years ago [3 i think], i found it tonight along with alot of other old things that ill probably post in the future to look cool.

my hand [left] and face were numb for over an hour yesterday.
I thought i was dying.
that was fun.
i felt detached from everything.
i was by myself.
i was surrounded by strangers.
i drove home.
i ate japanese food.
i got home.
i laid on my couch.
i got up.
i threw up.
i got vomit splatter on my bare feet and on my pants.
i took a bath.
i still felt detached.
i felt the soap floating around my body.
i felt a film 3cm off my skin, hanging there.
i drank some water.
i washed my clothes.
i watched tv. i got up.
i threw up.
i drank some more water.
i had dry heaves.
i still felt detached.
i put my clothes in the dryer.
i slept. i woke up.
i took my clothes out of the dryer.
i slept.
i woke up.
i read.
i tried to sleep.
i didnt.
i read.
i slept.
i woke up.
i laid in bed.
i got up.
i took a shower.
i drove.
i walked.
i typed.
i proof read.
i printed.
i reformatted.
i reprinted.
i logged off.
i walked.
i pissed.
i walked.
i sat.
i wrote this.
i still feel detached. the lingering ghost of an incomplete something.

wasn’t that fun?!?
the next day the vomit noodles were frozen to my front steps and covered in snow, it was pretty.