I woke up at 8 and I’m still in bed.
How do I even get out of this thing.
always waiting for something to lift me out of the stupor of everyday life.
on a day like today, there’s nothing to do.
there are a lot of things i want to do.
loneliness is a suffocating thing
i fear that, for fear of being lonely, i’ve forgotten how to enjoy being alone. still, it’s rather difficult to live with so much empty space.
plip.
i’ll wait forever, but i guess that it all depends on you and yours.
summer pretty much ended a week and a half ago
and now i’m caught in this state of limbo, waiting for school to start.
door.
same shit, different day.
waiting.
daytime moon.
UCI lookin’ all cool and such.
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i was born in eternal state of morning.
