The happy hour that goes on longer than an hour.

[dirty_mann]

On your birthday I picked flowers I knew I would never send. They are under my bed with a lot of other things we don't like to talk about. On my lips, the cigarette is enough to pass a few minutes, it calms these nerves. A body full of electricity with nothing to light. At night, I don't want to sleep, sleep makes things worse. When I wake up,

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[errantly]

Jesus, you can write. I think this is the beat yet (that I've read, anyway).

Where are you living now? How are you keeping busy?

[dirty_mann]

I'm good, I started college Tuesday, pretty exhausted right now actually. Lots of homework. That's pretty much how I'm staying busy. I'm jumping around to different places right now. I'm basically ~winging it~ right now.

[errantly]

I'm glad you're in college, and that it's keeping you focused (and less stressed about living arrangements). If you ever need anything, let me know.

I've been good! I don't think you were around when I started having weird medical symptoms, but long story short: I have a thyroid disorder and we're just now finding the right dose of medication for me to be on. It's a relief.

I miss you too! I'm glad to see you posting in your regular journal - something I should really start doing again.

[dirty_mann]

How have you been? I miss you and everyone else in BB

[mouthfulofshit]

Oh man, I second Jen's comment. You are an amazing writer.