I got home from work. Ate a bowl of leftovers. Laid unmoving on my couch, clutching on Guillermo, for roughly an hour. Anxious. I put on a jacket. Walked to my car. Now I'm in my car, and I realize I have nowhere to go. A man walking his dog just passed my car, giving me a very slight fright. It's weird having nowhere to go.
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- Damn that bastard
- four am
- do apple juice and whiskey go well together?
- truth
- casualties of the weekend
- I disorient them when I'm stern. Only because I'm ...
- scoundrel
- Am I dying yet?
- dark night poem (uncollected)
- unheard
- and I'm not the kind who tries to
- Electronic liferuiners
- soar eighty
- play the home song
- I'm happy for you baby. But I don't wanna know.
- garlic
- It's time
- obsessed with sleep
- sneeze
- list of my October favorites
- lossser
- can't think about getting slammed
- I'm fucking pissed
- Oh well
- ripped roll
- early-twenties hobbies
- post-sunday shits
- post-shitface
- Bieber Pong
- Punctuality
- schweppes and seagram's whiskeyboy
- v anal about ipod organization
- I literally spent thirty odd minutes taking pictur...
- "I'd probably still adore you with your hands ar...
- my emotional attachments are very fucked up
- sweat
- ru
- drunk at a coffee shop
- nearly 2am
- what shit
- idiots
- I was watching This Must Be the Place earlier (le ...
- my thoughts while laughing freely aloud "stop. why...
- regretful everyday questions in my head
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