  Crush. It's such a suiting word. Add two letters, You've got, crushed. It takes only two. And yet it takes two. Blah blah blah blah I have not worked a single day of May. I have not gone to a single class. I have not volunteered a single second of my time. And my days have been killing my inspritation and my nights have been killing my brain cells.
--and yet, as always is the case with me, a fool who only really experiences and appreciates an episode once it's passed, in a month from now and for the rest of my life, I will look back at this month of May and long for the solitude and boredom. If I had money, I would --go to Montreal for the weekend --buy myself a new item of clothing --visit my family in T.O.
--coerce one of my friends into drinking alongside me at a bar right now --buy myself a hotel room, listen to music all night, write, chain-smoke, and dance in front of the mirror Aha! On a positive note, I have not been on a date with MaryJane since ___ dumped me. And who's the addict, ___? 
