02/04/15

I wanted to write about everything I saw. Snow fell off the rooftop of the building neighboring my apartment and I thought it was really snowing. My roommate’s plants were dying. I was happy the plants were dying and I wasn’t sure why I was happy. I wanted to write about these things. But then I had to go and ruin it all by wanting to kill myself. Once that thought takes over, nothing else is worth writing about.