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Nothing interesting is happening right now that I can declare as something to cling onto, to make all the other melted days go a little quicker. I get up looking forward to working with music and videos all day, speaking to a half french girl who has my wanted bright pink hair. Summer suffocates me, i breath it in and it sticks to the back of my throat, weighs on my fingers when i try to play piano, making me hold a note too long. I need to be away from my home, the female half of my parents likes to throw random criticisms, as though she has a dice she rolls, and probabilities gift to me is the reminder that I may be too old to be here now. I feel as though I am too big for here , my head sticks out of the roof, the sky is my ceiling and the windows are my sleeves, the house is a badly designed dress.