Why can I never say what I mean to? I should have said whatever to him, and now I am kicking myself because I just stood there.
Once today, but much much better. I'm getting good at this.
It's fucking COLD in this room.
I want to just wrap myself up in this sustainable sadness because it certainly calms me down; why shouldn't it keep me warm as well?
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