this morning #28.

this morning, she was up early. again. she’d shed the feeble thoughts from the previous night from her red-headed head. dead diatribes & desperate longing through hugs & drugs. though feeble, they soon came back in a thoughtful rush. responses from friends to her end-of-the-night comments about things she’d forgotten stirred her straight out of her sleep. SOCIAL MEDIA!!! boy, was it fun…it was fun to have opinions & grand statements, fun to brag & mope. fun to type out that thing she’d been holding in. fun at the time. not as fun this morning.