Anticipate.

And the night is spent.
Spent listening to music, smoking cigarettes and inwardly reflecting. Inwardly reflecting until I can't even look at myself in the mirror anymore.

Consult the dents in the varnish for advice.
Process.
Feel.
Discard.

Grey sky. Blue clouds. Black heart. Exitland on Earth and a peice of my existance left behind.

Orange lighter. Transparent key chain. Red button. See through the white text. To the transparent key chain. Pass that to the dented varnish. Through the varnish, to the grain of the wood.

Silly girl.
Sharp object.
Through the skin to the fat. Through the fat to the muscle. Through the muscle to the bone. It cuts from the bone to marrow.

Today is worth hating for.
Or is it worth anything at all?