Period.

Maybe some one should tell you, or maybe you already know. Like a flower growing out of a lump of dirt, your confused. "You must cross your heart and kiss your elbow." Swear it's ok. Take advantage of my towel. The menstration of my mind is driving me crazy. The worry is oozing out of my nose. ALWAYS. ALWAYS. ALWAYS. I am indeed very worrysome. At least i am crazy enough to enjoy myself. I wish i could block the light. I wish i could just pull the shades closed. I can feel the rope. REACH. PULL. Sweet darkness surround me.