the Truly Insane
Would have been convenient to know you were insane before we got into all this. My white pillowcases would not be streaked with black mascara. Or maybe, I wouldn't have humiliated myself by dissecting all your love poems to other women. Maybe, I wouldn't have hidden in the far bathroom between a white porcelain toilet and a frigid outside wall, grasping bent knees, in thin nylon panties and barefeet, frozen, on a slutty tile floor. But you are innocent. Your ignorance absolves you, because after... Sign in to see full entry.