twenty-two january
ten : thirty-two p.m.

it's only been a few minutes since the last one, and i've already changed my mood. my mind. everything is different.

"how are you?"

"fine."

"how was your day?"

"fine."

it kept going. one word answers. i can imagine the look on his face.

"is something wrong?"

"no."

"what are you thinking about?"

"nothing."

something. something. i'm shaking. i feel so sick.

it's the letter. he got the letter.

music : "life in a glass house (full length version)" by radiohead
literature : conversations
fixation : shaking