validate

really now? after all these things?

maybe.
maybe not.

you tell me you're losing it?

i cry almost every night.

and now? come on child.

i've considered tasting my facial wash.
i'm still ok? right?

it's the best of all things.

am i?


if you don't have it, you're dead.
wow. seriously?

in between the hours of understanding robertsonian translocation, catching the latest episode of a tv series, and gulping 2 gallons of coffee each day, i realized that there is, after all, hope.

it may be the one thing i'll ever have.