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I am writing in my apartment.
I am sitting at my own desk, in my own chair, at the time I wish to write.
I am still lonely.
I feel like a ghost that lives in this apartment, but isn't actively involved with it. Invisible, harmless, affecting change only when the real people are asleep.
I work a lot more now to try and counteract this feeling.
It isn't working.
I miss having people around. this doesn't make sense, but it does to me.
I like tea, and have to take the cushion I got for my chair back, because it doens't fit, like me.
I don't fit in my chair, or maybe the chair doesn't fit this place.
I miss the piano.
I wish there was one downstairs.
I amaze myself with my ridiculousness.
I needed to talk to someone, and my mom fed me dinner and let me talk and was honest in saying that she didn't know what I should do about how I feel.
I like it when people are honest with me.
I want to sleep forever, but my next day off is Monday.
I want the world to disappear.
Love Always,
Caitlin
I am sitting at my own desk, in my own chair, at the time I wish to write.
I am still lonely.
I feel like a ghost that lives in this apartment, but isn't actively involved with it. Invisible, harmless, affecting change only when the real people are asleep.
I work a lot more now to try and counteract this feeling.
It isn't working.
I miss having people around. this doesn't make sense, but it does to me.
I like tea, and have to take the cushion I got for my chair back, because it doens't fit, like me.
I don't fit in my chair, or maybe the chair doesn't fit this place.
I miss the piano.
I wish there was one downstairs.
I amaze myself with my ridiculousness.
I needed to talk to someone, and my mom fed me dinner and let me talk and was honest in saying that she didn't know what I should do about how I feel.
I like it when people are honest with me.
I want to sleep forever, but my next day off is Monday.
I want the world to disappear.
Love Always,
Caitlin