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There are people I want to talk to so badly; people that would help things fall back into place, help my thoughts order themselves. I'm exhausted, beaten by this fucking virus creeping down my throat, across my eyes, up my nose, through my ears, weighing down my body. I feel as though I have so much to do, everyone is frantically studying for midterms, except me. But I can't remeber the things I want to do, the desire for sleep overwhelms it all.
I only hear from walter when he sends me his vague replies to my letters... it is so easy for him to completely evade me. I wish there was another way for me to talk with him. I miss him.
I wish I could have some alone time... a full day to myself, to order my things, my books especially, take a slow shower, read for a while, go on a walk, finish up all the work, arrange all the troubling chaotic bits swirling around inside, so that when i went to sleep, all was at peace. Another two weeks I suppose.
I only hear from walter when he sends me his vague replies to my letters... it is so easy for him to completely evade me. I wish there was another way for me to talk with him. I miss him.
I wish I could have some alone time... a full day to myself, to order my things, my books especially, take a slow shower, read for a while, go on a walk, finish up all the work, arrange all the troubling chaotic bits swirling around inside, so that when i went to sleep, all was at peace. Another two weeks I suppose.