Saturday, July 7, 2018

BREATHE

I think I was pretty heavily dosed on drugs last night that I managed to sleep almost immediately after being in a car accident. It's not that my mum is a bad driver, she's been driving for decades and never crashed into another car, I've gotten to 28 without being in a major accident but somehow, when I was sick in the car, we drove into another car. It's almost like a sick physical representation of my relationship with my mother, and Jesus Christ, we had better really surface all the issues we've been ignoring before some strange sinister misfortune befalls us. Please, please, please let this relationship heal before I die. Please.