texts: Our Lady of Misery. </s> <s> Did you see my father? </s> <s> No. </s> <s> It's crazy in there. What's wrong with that doctor? He keeps mumbling, poking himself in the eye when he talks to me. </s> <s> He's working a double shift.
labels: Thing is, I'm supposed to be the fuckup. The one on the stretcher in there--that's supposed to be me. With my parents crying out here. I got a lot of guilt, you know what I mean?