adrift

[_stairwells]

I can't stand being awake when I am sad. I can feel my heart break in twos and threes and fours; reform thanks to desperate consoling lies, and then shatter all over again. This was one of those purgative days of me running into bathrooms and hiding behind pillars because of the arbitrary onslought of tears. Yesterday consisted of me rejecting

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[israela]

i love the way you write. it flows so nice,
mind if we add one another ?
let me know, mine is locked.
-jen