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[arrear]

some nights i get these bursts of godknowswhat when im sitting around in my underwear listening to latenight jazz eating yogurt and i can only try scrawling down the words to describe how content i am to be here (before i give back into the hairpulling dreams and the dry throats and awkward pauses, the lack of sleep, the oversleeping...)

my optimism always has that bit of an edge.