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[twiliteraine]

Alright, so it's a little late, and I'm a little tired, but I won't go to bed. Don't ask why, I don't know. It's like I'm afraid of the thing. I have a theory though - when one gets accustomed to sharing a bed with another person, sleeping in that bed alone is terribly uncomfortable. I have no reason to sleep, either. Classes are basically over, I have no job, and I can sleep in every period but gym. Why should I sleep now when there is so much else I could be doing? Like writing? Or drawing? Or thinking of him...I want to call, but I won't. I'll let him sleep.

My car is working again. Praise the *nonexistant* lord!

I hope I can go out this weekend.