Sunday, November 26

fall asleep with a memory and wake up with a dream, and hope they weren't the same. desire the assurance that it was just your creative imagination that formed these repulsive figures in your head. be struck with a severe deja vu. and go to bed wishing for ignorance all over again...

if it works for you, it could work for me. i hate knowing that what ever happens next year depends on a two digit number on a piece of paper. gah. sixteen days 'til i know what it is.


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