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my office is cold. all hairs on my arm stand at attention when i move, flesh covered in bumps, tiny soldiers standing posted to guard my body heat.
school is torture. hunch over books/notebooks/drawingpads all night, massage my temple in a futile effort to relieve the tension headache stemming from the horribly knotted muscle in my right shoulder. kyle worked at the knot last night, i almost cried.
my livejournal is ugly. don't know how to fix it.
school is torture. hunch over books/notebooks/drawingpads all night, massage my temple in a futile effort to relieve the tension headache stemming from the horribly knotted muscle in my right shoulder. kyle worked at the knot last night, i almost cried.
my livejournal is ugly. don't know how to fix it.