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daily thoughts (may 2013)

My heart is missing things my head can't wrap itself around. Places, and people, and wasted opportunities for both.
My mood is going up and down, while the rain is going down, and my eyelids are going down, and the food is going down (my throat that is) -- I fear soon my mood might settle down and join them.
I never let anyone get between the love affair of silence and me.
There is something pleasantly clarifying about a midnight run, in the dark, music blasting, no one else around. In all its surrealism, it puts life into perspective.
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There is something heartening about how easy it is to make a child smile.
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I could cry for I'm so mad at myself, but what's the point of doing something that makes you feel good and then feeling bad about it. It's not that much money.
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I’d always had this immense amount of creativity inside of me, but no real way to get it out. I could feel it flowing through my veins and I was bursting at the seams to let it out. And years later, I wrote about it for English class.
They are rare, days when I'm this uninterested in talking. About anything. To anyone. Obviously a good day to have a therapy session and a call from my mother. No interest in much anything, really.
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I could say, I miss you like I miss the wind in my hair, on that hot summer day down by the lake (but I'd be lying)
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The sun burns me, in a nice way I thought but it didn't take long for me to change my mind.
Drunk glowing eyes and friends right by my side, this may not be very me but I've craved it, so maybe it should be. I'd do it again and feel just as lovely and just as light.
The consequence of that lightness is a heaviness in my throat and in my stomach -- a half-assed version of my personal nightmare. Still worth it, just not right now.
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there is a light in your eyes, that pierces through all the lies I tell myself, and everyone else, to convince myself I'm alright
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I went swimming. It was fun too. Imagine that. Nothing more to say really.
Moving day. Somehow easy, yet surprisingly hard.
Before -- and for a few hours after -- midnight the day was certainly good. Way too much sun, a little alcohol. A proper sendoff for spring and school and everything that goes with it.

may 2 2013 ∞
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