In a rare moment of sobriety I realized;
I am so so tired.
30 or 34, I feel about 70. I feel so old.
And this house. Is too big. For just me.
So if it’s too big, too vast, too commodious… why do I feel so trapped? And if I’m so surrounded then why do I feel so alone? And people write about me and it makes me want to hide, and sometimes it makes me
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