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i've been sitting here trying, without much luck, to study for over an hour. i don't like missing people. but then i always miss him when he's not around. it doesn't help that i'm sitting here, mostly dressed in his clothes that still smell of him, listening to the velvet underground on repeat. it does feel good to know you are missed as well though. this past weekend was one of the best ones i've had in about as long as i can remember. saw almost all of the people who happen to be my favorites at this moment. didn't get to bed until 7 and 8 am both nights (or mornings, rather). found that opening up makes you feel a closeness you didn't feel before. i wish i was being productive right now, but it's so difficult. a million things are going through my mind. i'm stressed yet i'm calm and feel this sense of contentment. i want to make something for a few people for christmas, i want them to be special. i need to find the time. i think i'll get back to work now...