Comments that don’t make sense. 

Late night, almost next day. 

Thinking a lot. Thinking too much?

Excited but scared, loving but hating, tired but awake. 

Two posts, one day. But let’s pretend this one’s for tomorrow, because I’m already in focusing on that day. 

31%. The amount of effort I put into preventing the invetiable? My phone charge.

80%. The amount of effort I wish I’d put into preventing the inevitable. It’s inevitable, don’t waste your resources.

1st since 11.

Friends. More than before. Real friends. More than before. Satisfaction. No comment.

Cold feet, spotty socks.

Rain. Open window. Old school Taylor Swift song. Peter Pan.

Tomorrow. Happy birthday. The day before Pancake Tuesday. Happy birthday. Refer to 1st since 11. College. 11:40. How many birthdays?

Tea tree oil. Scar. Illness.

28%. The amount of effort I’m putting into writing this? My phone charge.

Messages. From people that care? About you, or themselves? Both. Neither.

20 minutes. For this post to still be valid? But it isn’t valid.

Random numbers, random words, random thoughts. My thoughts. Right now. 

You won’t understand this, but maybe someone will.

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