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anything i've dreamt lately is a thousand times more enjoyable than the dull mulling of reality. over a phone call, i realized that my anxiety is expected. i'm frustrated, and my eyes have a constant burn in them that can only be alleviated when i shut them. i wish i could cover my ears the same way and mute all the buzzing around me. i'm sick of the electric hum. i need to reevaluate what i think home is, and just what i want to be there when i get back. because what i want now, is probably already gone.