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A thousand times.
Impatiently awaiting the arrival of my psychopomps. It's taking all I have to not just sneak out. Hope for a loophole and leap. It'll get better. Or worse. Something will happen. Or it never will. I'll remember. Or forget. What I have done. What have I done. I don't do anything. Nothing constructive. Ditto. Ad infinitum. Ad nauseam. I don't. Think ( Read more... ) -
Eight Crazy Nights
Nap
Work
Clean
Sleep
Clean
Work
Sleep
Pack
Work
Sleep
Work
Sleep
Move
Sleep
Move
Sleep
Unpack
Work
Sleep
Work
Sleep
Work
::fingers crossed:: sleep coma when back to normal.
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musings [drunken]
what a night to come home to no one.
you folded it haphazardly. and tucked it in a pocket. i creased and pressed it. between my hands.
::shrug:: i'm drunk. ...
he's. a really good guy.
while not a boy scout. i subscribe wholeheartedly to their motto. be prepared.
by the look in your eye. i can tell you don't wanna dance anymore. [re: knife fights]
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Just... Fuck
Fuck:
car trouble
getting fucked
paying for everything
drying pillows for four plus hours
sleeping like my father
finding a place to live
chest pain
water. and food
fun
happiness
you, me,
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I wept reading that. Before I knew it existed I felt my heart sink with each footstep fading. It's still so hard. I hope not impossible but as you said the wound is substantially deep. The thought of you makes my face contort into the pangs of utter sadness. For I want our past futures. Consequence though, yes. I understand completely. Know that I ( Read more... ) -
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I am not who I want to be I probably will not ever be. I knew that spoke to me but fuck. I'm ready for my cashout. Won't you please take my money and let me leave.
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No longer content with doing it figuratively. I am now literally wasting away.
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