These days there are no more deep thoughts.
I think about school, and how if I get a second chance I would do things differently. I think about the situational difference between 正好 and 原来. I focus on the patterns in the curtains and the smell of calcium in the shower head that reminds me of garden hoses and summer.
Sylvia sits at my desk at night. She reminds me of evolution as she tells me to just bite down until "the darkness wipes me out like chalk on a blackboard."
I am Lady Lazarus.
"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air."
I'm going to get better.
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