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Sorry I haven't written in a while, I've been busy getting used to school and the transition. I started this the other day, but had to crawl back into bed because Philipp looked so cute, I am home now, and I am sure I will catch up this weekend. Here's for now:
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We're in the heart of winter. Nothing really feels so alive, it's freezing as fuck, and people may seem bitter, but I don't blame them. I'm on the floor. In only a flannel. And with a piece of charcoal. I took up a drawing class, because I figured it'd be a good time to branch out from photography. Turns out I have no talent at all, its actually painful to even try. But its two three hour labs a week, a break from science's and mathematics so therefore, very worth it.
I'm letting Philipp sleep. He's under my sheets looking handsome. I toss and turn too much, steal the blankets, and face the wall, so I left the bed because we've been up too late three days in a row.
Last semester I was physically sick, and Philipp stayed up to make sure my temperature wouldn't raise too high. This semester I almost feel mentally sick. He is holding me while I wake up from crying nightmares, and finding me sleepwalking around the building. It seems this week has been hard. Maybe its the transition, and there has been a lot of hard alcohol involved.
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We're in the heart of winter. Nothing really feels so alive, it's freezing as fuck, and people may seem bitter, but I don't blame them. I'm on the floor. In only a flannel. And with a piece of charcoal. I took up a drawing class, because I figured it'd be a good time to branch out from photography. Turns out I have no talent at all, its actually painful to even try. But its two three hour labs a week, a break from science's and mathematics so therefore, very worth it.
I'm letting Philipp sleep. He's under my sheets looking handsome. I toss and turn too much, steal the blankets, and face the wall, so I left the bed because we've been up too late three days in a row.
Last semester I was physically sick, and Philipp stayed up to make sure my temperature wouldn't raise too high. This semester I almost feel mentally sick. He is holding me while I wake up from crying nightmares, and finding me sleepwalking around the building. It seems this week has been hard. Maybe its the transition, and there has been a lot of hard alcohol involved.
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