hangover

I REMEMBER DRIVING BACK FROM THE
COTTAGE THIS SUMMER. JUST AFTER
THAT PARTY YOU GUYS HELD FOR ME.
AND I HAD THIS SUDDEN FEELING OF R
ELIEF: THIS UNSETTLED AND UNDECID
ED, ITS GOING TO END. WOULD I STILL
FEEL RELIEVED? I DONT KNOW ANYMO
RE. NOW: I LET MYSELF INTO THIS SOR
T OF MESS: CAUSE IT WAS YOUR GIFT
TO ME. AND SUDDENLY THE ONLY THIN
G THAT APPEALS TO ME IS THE SMELL
OF YOU ON ME WHERE WE BRUSHED IN
TO EACHOTHER. AND A MIDDLE-OF-THE
-NIGHT: "I LOVE YOU". (IVE MADE A HAB
IT OF WRITING MY POSTS IN CUT UP SE
NTENCES ON SMALL PIECES OF PAPER
I FIND AROUND MY ROOM; PADS AND SC
RAPS (ESP.TRACING PAPER!) COMPLET
E WITH ARROWS FOR DIRECTION WHEN
I RUN OUT OF SPACE AND SMALL SQUA
RES TO FILL UP SPACE. LIKE HERE) DO
NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGH
T. I PUT IT HERE SO I WILL CRY LATER W
HEN I COME BACK. THE EYE BITING AND
STINGING THING THAT ATTACKS RANDO
MLY IS A BIT COMFORTING. THUS ESTA
BLISHED THAT I MAY BE IN LOVE. AND I
CAUGHT THE AFTERMATH SPELL. SICKL
Y. WICKED. DEADLY. POSSESSED. SO DA
DDY DRIVE ME AND DROP ME OFF SOME
WHERE WHERE I CAN SEE HIS BEDROOM
LIGHT ON PAST TWO. CAUSE I ALREADY
SAID POSSESSED. THEN I FILLED THE RE
ST OF MY PAGE WITH BOXESESESESES.