but I have to get to texas
said I have to get to texas
and show the world my blue dress
cowboys and snakes they are my kin
they are my kin
she was a january girl
never let on how insane it was
in that tiny kind of scary world
by the woods by the woods by the woods
"It could be a continuing state of sadness and it could lead to suicide."
What am I doing with myself? How can I tell someone that I'm having suicidal thoughts? Life is too hard for me, poor fucking me. Is that what I'm supposed to say? I guess you should go in and make an appointment for yourself, I just can't imagine how it's going ot make anything better, how is it going to make my life different, how is it going to make my mom stop lying about everything, the pills wrapped in toilet paper, vibrating from her daily spiritual talks about sobreity, all the little fucking secrets, and savannah eating bread for dinner, her math homework all wrong, the little cigarette butts in her desk, spreading ashes all over pictures of her little friends. How is an appointment going to keep me from going home and feeling like shit everyday in that sunny little house? How is it going to help me avoid those daily hours of sacrificial bullshit everyday?
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