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i am sick sick worrying myself into every symptom syndrome. i wrote too many pages for a too short paper. i am sticking needles in styrofoam staying up too late taking my pulse regularly. my brain never registered that at the end of college comes a degree. i am not ready to process even my high school diploma. i want to adhere to song lyrics and silly suggestions. making sewing tiny fabric legs with lacy smocks. watching too much tv and avoiding belly aches. i am surprisingly settled casting mini houses and proud of my family. being an old lady teaching myself double crochet and falling more and more in love with tea.
today i put on my corduroy dress and teacher assisted my way through a long crit. my professor told me my eyes looked extra blue and i remained entirely distracted. i struggled through self-portraits and pages of text in preparation for the last half of the aforementioned paper. my boob hurts and i'm craving french uber pop. sleep.
today i put on my corduroy dress and teacher assisted my way through a long crit. my professor told me my eyes looked extra blue and i remained entirely distracted. i struggled through self-portraits and pages of text in preparation for the last half of the aforementioned paper. my boob hurts and i'm craving french uber pop. sleep.