The Promise

I was told you commit crimes and defended you. Now I believe you are a master thief. Sade when will I get respite? Days off are difficult. Keep busy, love, toil. Reduced sentence just confused because I've been behaving badly. Commercials make me sick in the head. There is nothing I could buy that would make me feel complete. I feel like he's dying in the other room and I am too but I'm not going to kill myself because I think there is hope or at least the promise of something interesting if we have enough booze. I'm bored. He doesn't enjoy me unless my mouth. My mouth.