I haven't felt too much justice in my writing lately.
Unsatisfied.
Much like when I eat Taco Bell.
I always want more and everything tastes the same.
Things are starting to pan out. Finally. Fucking finally.
Too many nights of sleeplessness. Rerun behind rerun. A clean house. Dust free.
Kettle after kettle of steaming water to make my instant coffee.
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