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drawing, riding my bike, going home, drawing, riding my bike, meeting some strangers, like that 40something guy who gave me his phone number and surprisingly also likes to write songs about the waco massacre, sometimes eating icecream, sometimes eating rice cakes, applying for jobs halfheartedly, in theory not being too stressed or worried, it coming back up in sudden waves, hanging out, going home, drawing, knowing ill actually be allright, drawing pictures of blimps, getting stressed about drawing, wishing i was unstuck enough in my angst ridden little self to be a better friend, drinking, the porch, sweating, changing outfits because of being all sweaty, showering, waking up, being tired, eating bee pollen, talking to noah on the phone, thinking i should read more, sectioning myself into little pieces, wondering if im creepy