Sunday

Nothing I plan works out.
I took the night off to watch Breaking Bad and my Boyfriend ended up in the ER and not because I'm so amazing in bed.
My vag gave him pink eye and neither of us have had it so we didn't know what was wrong.
I've drank more than I should. two bottles of wine and three shots of vodka.
I just bought the new Thomas Pynchon novel, and even though I love him I'm more concerned with my hipster cred.
I think my life might be over soon, even though my cab driver asked me if I was 19 the other day.
I still want to make something of myself.
even if it's impossible.
I still want to be remembered.
I still want to keep you up at night.
and make you wonder.
leave you quaking.the last vestiges of making a difference
will be stained like blackberries on the wall.