I'm over you tonight, but I can't speak for tomorrow.

I made a mistake, as young people are prone to do.

And now it feels like I'm going to fly apart. Spiraling out of control. I can't think straight. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to be near anything.

I want to sleep forever.

And then longer still.

It astonishes me how the most amazing of things can cause me such distress.

I'm going to go fall asleep in my regrets.

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I don't like this layout anymore than the last one. I was just tired of looking at a cheery blog.

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I'm collecting words.

That I'm not a fan of. Words that I've written together into pictures I'm not fond of.

I have to keep them somewhere though. So I have them tucked away.

You can't see them.

You have to wait for the stories I'm proud of.

Too clever.