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[meankitten]

it's late. the house is empty, like last saturday night, except for the dogs and i. i'm tired, but my mind is racing, a lot has happened recently. i'm grateful for the friends and i have, and opportunities i've been given, but sometimes i just think.. damn. when is it my turn? i'm not asking for alot. consistency. one thing to stay consistently good for a bit of time.

i'm getting used to being here. my friend said, 'your eyes aren't red' and i realized, wow, i didn't cry this time.
i just want something.