The Medium

May 29, 2011

I admitted to Sarah that I am depressed. It was nice to say it out loud. And to stop pretending otherwise.
It has been a very physical experience. My mouth is closed more than usual and my eyes are swollen and sticky.
My thudding heartbeat seems to land in a pile of dust,… poof, poof, poof. It’s like I got stoned an hour ago and now just feel sludgy and wiped out.

So I cut my hair. As close as I could get to the blond Roche.

Poor hair, you are the unloved child. The first to be scolded on a bad day.

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