My life's reverted to either being full of stress and work (or the putting off thereof) or "killing time." It may as well be synonymous with "waiting," because that's all it really is. I'm waiting to work, I'm waiting for grad school, I'm waiting for "someone." And it's a soft depression. It doesn't hurt so much as... weigh. Hang over me, like
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