Como luceros fríos

Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos.

11 January, 2008

One of the things that has made it so hard to seek out any kind of help is that I feel like my life is so ridiculously improbable. When I sit down and think about it, and when I try to talk about it, it sounds like an awful Lifetime movie special to me. And that's embarrassing. Also, I guess it's even doubly embarrassing to admit all the stupid choices I've made. I mean, really, the Hare Krishnas. What the fuck was I thinking?


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