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Because I don’t believe I’ll change any more next year than in any other year, I have no resolutions to make other than “Don’t kill myself,” which will probably be pretty easy to keep. However, I do find that I’ve been especially melancholic for a long while now.

regret has hands wringing against each other. my head like a rag between. its one hand is a desire to get all of this over with as soon as possible; its other is a wish suggesting that there is supposed to be something to savor here.

slowly slowly slowly taper //
head down, pray the future
regret has hands wringing against each other

This is becoming too much. if I take the air with one more grain of salt, how many spoonfuls will it be already? (Enough to CURE me??? HAHAHA sorry.)

I hope there’s still oil in the lighthouse.