I'm falling again.
I know I don't love you
I love what you were.
That thing that you were is what I want right now.
My head is spinning,
vomit perhaps? That empty feeling is back.
I wonder what life would be like
if people read my blog.
The person I study with was writing on the sidewalk
Something about fetuses.
It made me like him less.
I am so god awfully sick of everything.
I'd like to fall asleep in the snow.
or do something really silly and life threatening.
I miss writing.
I miss writing well.

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