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so this, whole being alone thing... you'd think i'd be used to by now. being an only child and all. plus, the fact that it's been 9 months now...
why do I still come home & expect someone to greet me at the door?
i live alone.
my whole apartment is litered with empty iced coffee cups. try as hard as I may, I will never be able to clean up the messes I create.
my coffee from this morning is still good, right ? even if it has milk in it.. and it may or may not have been sitting out on my coffee table all day..
im.drinking.it.anyways.
I realized once again that it's very hard to seperate work from my life.
does that even make sense? MY LIFE CAN NOT BE MY JOB; my job can not be my life. I resent that my responce to everything is that: I work. I've been working. I have to work.
..
is that thunder I hear?
I adore storms. they're almost
atmospheric.
electric. maybe my powerll go out; i feel better in the dark.
nocturnal.
don't look at me. I'm jaded.
..
is that thunder I hear?
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