I mean, seriously. Like, I know I don't deserve it, but like a real, substantial, meaningful, real-world hug would do some wonders right about now. I've mortgaged my future for the sake of the present, and now I'm paying the price for the past. The Pain Train pulls into the station tomorrow (today, that is, Friday) at 4. I spent last weekend
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I am good for hugging, as I am made of squishy and smell faintly of vanilla. It's like hugging non-sticky cookie dough.
... Jesus christ, the things I write when I haven't had enough sleep...
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