AND another thing
New Note, 04.22.18 // After three years of questioning of my selfhood — a deeply unsettling tic that set in somewhere between lying awake at 2:32am and trying to remember where I left my optimism — I’ve come back to flesh. My flesh, most likely. A convulsion of uncontrollable sighs and sitting alone in the dark wondering who “Ally” is anyway. You know what I mean? And another thing — I’ve finally stopped counting the ceiling tiles, but I did start grinding my teeth.