April 9th;

I wanted to go home but then I realized I was already home, but I guess that doesn’t matter. I was hit with the sudden urge to read, too. But all the words weaved together and I couldn’t make sense of whats before me. I wanted to do something, but the storm clouds hung low and rained poured down on my plans. My empty dreams seemed to shadow the future. Tainted, mirrored ways. I just wanted something to do, with someone. I was so suddenly overwhelmed with a sadness that would not cease.

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