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i love you.
we're going to try to make this a non-crying summer. dry your eyes, love. we're only reaching for the sun's promise to rise, we're reaching for the stars with too much pride to fall, we're reaching to feel okay, again. naive and young and full of love, we're reaching for our last few hoorahs before the drudging of reality and being adult.
the count is one week.
i'm acutally content. right now, it's warm and fuzzy around my intestines. like, everything is okay. the only thing stressful is that pre-calculus finals are coming up, and i'm a little scared.
we're going to try to make this a non-crying summer. dry your eyes, love. we're only reaching for the sun's promise to rise, we're reaching for the stars with too much pride to fall, we're reaching to feel okay, again. naive and young and full of love, we're reaching for our last few hoorahs before the drudging of reality and being adult.
the count is one week.
i'm acutally content. right now, it's warm and fuzzy around my intestines. like, everything is okay. the only thing stressful is that pre-calculus finals are coming up, and i'm a little scared.