it's a weird thing to hold no blame. i don't feel angry anymore. i don't feel ashamed of falling asleep like that or waking up like that. i barely feel anything at all except relief. i am relieved that i don't have to hate someone. i am relieved that no one has to hate me. i am closing my eyes to a warm yellow glow of forgetting ( Read more... )

as always when i have a paper to write that is due tomorrow, i decide it's the time to feel crushed under the weight of whatever sadness i can grab from behind my ears. today is no different ( Read more... )

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i like going home for dinner. my room is such a comfortable place. it's bigger than my dorm room i think. my bed at home is sooo big and soft. i laid on it tonight, and i just sunk in. my stomach sunk to me back and my joints were all cushioned. i love that thing. i might want to sleep there some night this weekend. just because. so lame of me.

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