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the time that passes between twelve and two feel likes seconds in my memories but those hours i spent looking at those pictures only took six minutes out of my busy schedule today. my perception is skewed and my short term memory is shot. blue and black ink drowns my hands with things i should be able to remember on my own. i felt really stupid when i turned the wrong way today but there was nobody there for me to scream to.

im afraid this year will be just like last year. the motivation to fix my life falls deeper and deeper until i can no longer feel it's echo. i'm content with leaving everything to the last minute and ruining my chances to make myself happy.

i wish i could see you. you make me smile.