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my feet are cold, this house is cold, what am i doing with my life, whats my life path, i need another drink, i need to pack and plan for my mini-trip, my feet are cold, i need a shower cuz i feel kinda gross and stinky, i feel sad and hopeful at the same time, i wish david were more vulnerable and less selfish, i wish i were more emotionally self sufficient, i don't need anyone to read this, i just need to get it out, i wish i could find people who i've lost, i miss paris, i want to return, i have to, plane ticket, buy a plane ticket, the rest can figure itself out, but maybe i should be reasonable, maybe i should go back to school, stick to the plan, fuck the plan, i want babies and luxery and paris and kisses and good food and short work days and long summers and creative mind spaces and places that inspire my words.