I found myself somewhere between pleasure and fear. Surely that unflinching stare was searching for the very essence of my soul.
It’s so easy to have this idea of yourself and then not really live up to it.
Trouble was, there was a lot of trouble. Questions I didn’t understand, even though I worked there. A month or so before, I’d run into a group of art-school people sitting together around the curve of a bar, nice people, friendly.
CW: Hospital Imagery
CW: Alcohol Abuse
If camping seaside & reading poetry & smoking comically large cigarettes is going Le Fou count me gone
I liked to think that my spontaneous combustion was due to God not liking me very much