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i am fucking wringing my hands. because i am antsy. i am making efforts with my whole body to avoid the trivial, i cannot listen to it anymore. if you are going to make noise, let it be real, let it be joyful, let it have substance. if you are going to keep my from sleeping, at least make me want to hear what you are saying.
these people who seem to live in my room are so very young. and repetitive. i am so easily frustrated some of the time. and so tired.
i miss. you. and you and you.
i am not finishing my cigarettes these days, let alone my sentences.
these people who seem to live in my room are so very young. and repetitive. i am so easily frustrated some of the time. and so tired.
i miss. you. and you and you.
i am not finishing my cigarettes these days, let alone my sentences.