it's funny how just the pressure of the blade does more damage than it's cuts. purple brusing because the fragile blood vessels reputure.
i want tramadol for my pain but they won't prescribe it. codine is addictive and so are all the others.
so for now i'm self-medicating with dreams.
i think of nursing in neo-nate wards and of falling in love with a doctor. i list baby names and future pets. i picture being a good mother and living in a new town flat. all random thoughts of a wonderful life.
i negate to think of the exams, the birth, the losses, the cost of such ideals. to think of price is to limit and i only want the limitless.
the world, my world, is unstable at the moment. turning on an axis that's going just a little less slow than i would like.
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