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I don't know why I stopped writing in this or why it suddenly occurred to me to do so at 2 AM on an idle Monday morning. I'm functioning solely off of my never-ceasing restlessness, caffeinated energy that wore off hours ago, and the fact that I have a million and one things on my mind right now.
Overall my 4th of July weekend wasn't supremely awful, but I'm exhausted. It's like my body knows it's tired, but my mind is in an entirely different place right now. All I've wanted to do is bask in the sun; I've been so dreary and blaaaaaaah to match this endless rain - and when we finally do get sun it's useless, because the cold front's already descended like some looming black cloud by the time I've gotten out of work. Work, work, work. Give me weather above 65 degrees, sunshine, and a good book and that's all I ask for until it's the next thing. It's always something.
I had some of the most profound, in depth conversations I've ever had in my life over the course of two days and I've taken things in and I've let things go.
It isn't a fall, it's a leap.
And if you happen to land flat on your ass, well, c'est la vie.
It's almost 3 AM and I need to go to bed.
I wish I knew where your head was at.
Bryan, if you're reading this, I miss you. I've been a shitty friend, but I do. I miss us and the way things used to be. I miss holding hands and watching dramatic movies and eating bad soup. Remember when I let you cup my ass in a Moe's parking lot? It didn't seem like it at the time, but everything was so much simpler back then.
Overall my 4th of July weekend wasn't supremely awful, but I'm exhausted. It's like my body knows it's tired, but my mind is in an entirely different place right now. All I've wanted to do is bask in the sun; I've been so dreary and blaaaaaaah to match this endless rain - and when we finally do get sun it's useless, because the cold front's already descended like some looming black cloud by the time I've gotten out of work. Work, work, work. Give me weather above 65 degrees, sunshine, and a good book and that's all I ask for until it's the next thing. It's always something.
I had some of the most profound, in depth conversations I've ever had in my life over the course of two days and I've taken things in and I've let things go.
It isn't a fall, it's a leap.
And if you happen to land flat on your ass, well, c'est la vie.
It's almost 3 AM and I need to go to bed.
I wish I knew where your head was at.
Bryan, if you're reading this, I miss you. I've been a shitty friend, but I do. I miss us and the way things used to be. I miss holding hands and watching dramatic movies and eating bad soup. Remember when I let you cup my ass in a Moe's parking lot? It didn't seem like it at the time, but everything was so much simpler back then.