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it's too hot for mental faculties; my brain cells are slowly falling into disrepair. the summer has been stagnant for a long while now and life isn't heating up alongside the temperature. disappointment has reared its head in the oddest places and optimism has almost magically appeared in the remnants of what used to be what once was. i never would have guessed this life path. living at home post-graduation wasn't even on the docket, but fate is a strange and twisty cavern down which we must all spelunk from time to time. i have visions of the future that will never be fulfilled and visions of the past that i wish had never come to fruition, but who doesn't? i've been a terrible friend lately and i want to work on the remedy.