we could give this a title

I know how...Every little thing ticks and tocks. Sometimes I feel like...No nevermind...No, no, no. I promised.

I wish I could do something, interrupt everything you ever did. Something must be interrupted, or pulled. Teeth, I'm pulling teeth....

I can't rid myself of anything. There's too many secrets, and this happens every single time. It's fine, then amazing, then I'm in hysterics. But then again, there is no interruption needed, it just needs to be paused and then presumed, presumably as soon as possible.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.