a letter to no onedear no one,i sit here at this desk, unable to sleep, unable to get comfortable. the microwave buzzes in the background and causes the lights to flicker, dim then bright, dim then bright, as it surges nuclear heat into a stouffer's frozen lasagna dinner. yum. the orange and black box it came in sticks out of the top of the trashcan, it's heating directions directing me to heat it for ten minutes on medium facing upward, just in case i should forget some minute little detail later. blood escapes slowly and silently from my body and my belly bulges slightly more than usual as it does once a month. i cramp i feel yuck i feel a bit crazier
noneSometimes, a girl just needs ice cream. And a really big spoon.