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Spend a lot of time smoking with the flowers, humming birds, and bats.
The air is starting to smell more and more like fall. When I'm on my roof at night I can really feel it.
I always sleep in the fetal position with the blanket over my head and tucked under me.
Marcus still texts me all the time and I don't know why. I try not to text him back or wait as long as possible but I always give in.
I want to hate him for all he has done to me. I just can't hate anyone. Especially him.
I've seen a lot of friends lately and have been happy. But it's only fleeting. Perhaps that's how it always be.
Everything I write down seems to be so melo-dramatic, has been said before, or just plain naive. I'm trying to grow up.
I dreamt I ran away to India and forgot everyone and everything.
I can't live in my head forever.
The air is starting to smell more and more like fall. When I'm on my roof at night I can really feel it.
I always sleep in the fetal position with the blanket over my head and tucked under me.
Marcus still texts me all the time and I don't know why. I try not to text him back or wait as long as possible but I always give in.
I want to hate him for all he has done to me. I just can't hate anyone. Especially him.
I've seen a lot of friends lately and have been happy. But it's only fleeting. Perhaps that's how it always be.
Everything I write down seems to be so melo-dramatic, has been said before, or just plain naive. I'm trying to grow up.
I dreamt I ran away to India and forgot everyone and everything.
I can't live in my head forever.