I'm lying on the floor of my room in my new apartment. I can't sleep because I can't stop thinking.

My brain keeps churning and squishing more thoughts in than I think it can hold.



When do we know to grow up? I need to know.

How can we tell when to just stop?


I'm so fucking confused.




Maybe I'll pop in a movie or something but my eyes burn too badly.

hmm I love Harry Potter.

Just thought I would mention that.

Rainy days bring me pain and joy at the same time.

Strange.

We take for granted all the things that make us who we are.

yea, work sucks.

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