
then again it's all the same. it's like i like to isolate myself or something.
time machine, time machine.
i really miss marjorie, like really badly. it's been too long and i really need her comfort right now.
i don't feel like doing anything. i have two articles to write, a binder to organize, and math homework to do tonight. i'll let today's stuff go.
hopskotch, then turn around.
that dream turned real.
another day, another night.
peace, love, & yeah,
-!sabel
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