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[crabcakes]

lizzie, eric and I are having a really darling sleepover.
they are asleep
i havent slept for 2 nights. lizzie gave me anti-thinktank pills.

I feel like my little room is a tree house-
an escape for lost boxcar children.
its sunday-
we indulged in the spiced rum of life. captain something or other.
walked around the city and stood on the roof of pita pit.

i hate that i finally have found a cozy niche in lansing
and now i have to leave.
i have moved every five months for the past two years. no stability ever.

im not ready to leave lansing...
god i never thought id say that.
yea its a shit hole void of any culture,
but i live in a little bungalow surrounded by the best of the best.
and i will always miss this piece of time as it passes.