i go back to seattle in 3 weeks and 3 days.
this room smells like guinea pig. it's gross.
i'm exhausted. i'm miserable. i'm alone.
i have one summer job. i need a second.
clare comes to visit tomorrow. i hope i'm awake by then.
i want to start an emo band just so i can write a song called the gaping hole in my trampled heart. it would be
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