this is the season of no. my stomach hurts every day. i'm getting antsy, idealistic. i think i found a grey hair; i think i've found them before. the thing that makes me the saddest is that i've lost my ability to pray. quitting is the only thing i know how to do, and i don't even do that very well. eating, smoking, wishing. my hair is the longest
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