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It is cold
I am feeling sad.
Not the empty kind of sad, but the full kind, damp and swollen. I'm shaky. Irrational.
Everything I want to say sounds over the top.
Everything I do say sounds over the top.
If I picture my thoughts, they resemble black vomit, wriggling around and swirling with flourescent colors.
I just want to destroy something.
But instead I shall carry on writing this paper, because that's what needs to happen. I rationed myself five minutes of squeaky crying on the floor cushions, and that has been and gone.
Goodnight
I am feeling sad.
Not the empty kind of sad, but the full kind, damp and swollen. I'm shaky. Irrational.
Everything I want to say sounds over the top.
Everything I do say sounds over the top.
If I picture my thoughts, they resemble black vomit, wriggling around and swirling with flourescent colors.
I just want to destroy something.
But instead I shall carry on writing this paper, because that's what needs to happen. I rationed myself five minutes of squeaky crying on the floor cushions, and that has been and gone.
Goodnight