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I’ve been having those dreams again, the ones I think about after they happen, but don’t think anything of… and then they come true. My track recorded is too high (even if it is coincidence) to not check, but I’m sorry.
Afternoon naps are keeping me awake all night, the coffee is what keeps me up all day; until the afternoon when I take a nap, and then stay up all night. We are just one big circle like this; the only difference being new nights, and new days.
I am extremely worried about the changes that are about to come.
I have an uncanny habit of recognizing my own self-deterioration and an even better skill of being oblivious.
This time last year I had a suit case open on the floor, just waiting to be added to and taken away.
I really miss the desk I use to sit and write at, with both bathroom doors open. That way karly and I had a straight shot of each other in view, and while we were “together” we knew the other one was in a world of all her own. Maybe it’s not the desk I miss, because it was old, and the top was sticky, and it wasn’t nearly big enough; but it was mine. That chair, that desk, that spot, that corner of the room, that view of the cities roof tops, it was all mine, it all belonged to me and only me even if just in that very moment; that’s what I miss the most.
I think it’s funny that I’m the only white person on the page where my picture appears in the yearbook.
Oh oh oh; awkward situations. Clumsy girl.