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Hm, I don't know why I'm posting.
Tonight was strange.
I felt like I was in a haze. I was talking, but I wasn't filtering. I could taken in, but I couldn't find the right words to let out.
The bus ride home was awkward. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious.
I didn't allow myself to put on my ipod and escape into my own world.
The fear was liberating. I hadn't realized how quickly a place of familiarity could feel so cold without a crutch.
Tomorrow I will wake up, and start anew.
The past is gone, and the future is not quite here. We must enjoy the present, because it is a gift.
Tonight was strange.
I felt like I was in a haze. I was talking, but I wasn't filtering. I could taken in, but I couldn't find the right words to let out.
The bus ride home was awkward. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious.
I didn't allow myself to put on my ipod and escape into my own world.
The fear was liberating. I hadn't realized how quickly a place of familiarity could feel so cold without a crutch.
Tomorrow I will wake up, and start anew.
The past is gone, and the future is not quite here. We must enjoy the present, because it is a gift.