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i feel like a poetic failure.
i haven't written anything in over a month.
this must be helped.
other than that
today was my first completely insecure day in a long time.
i think a certain individual ignoring me all morning didn't help
but i'm not pointing any fingers
and i'm over it.
but when i do get insecure
it's about everything
and in relation to just about everybody.
poooop.
tomorrow is a new day.
chicago was fun-ish.
it was less eventful than i had hoped for.
a lot more aimless
but i'm okay with that.
i enjoyed it all the same.
and saturday night basically owned.
i haven't had that much fun in that state of mind before.
also
my dad and i actually had a good talk this evening.
he wasn't condescending and he actually helped me come to conclusions/answers.
even if i don't like him all the time...
i love my father.
p.s. i bought a pipe (for tobacco,not weed) last week. it's beyond exciting.