midnight thirty

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i don't talk to people anymore.

not like i did very much before,,,.

haven't told my best friend that my grandma died.

or that i am in love.

with him

but this is fine. maybe. hm.

seamstress again during the days. and drive home in the evenings. usually take a walk in the woods, watch a movie or read or make something, then go to bed, get up in the morning and go to work again. sometimes talk on the phone to one of two people at nights. sometimes go somewhere. but whenever i attempt to talk to a person i'm so out of practice that it is all wrong and i have to think about how wrong it was and try to explain it later on.

saving money. i don't know what for. maybe to buy a wagon and a donkey and ride through the backwoods of the country stealing food and jewelry from people.

i wish there was courage right here to run away.

like that.




+o & fro

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