It just felt like living. It just felt like time passing-- like where I was, was just where I was. Not like I was supposed to be there or anywhere else really.
I think I'm going to take a bath, drink a glass of wine, and maybe pack a lunch for school tomorrow. It's weird to be an adult and still picking out your clothes for your first day of school.
Well anyways, I'm not saying it was a bad summer. It was pretty grand in its way. You know that feeling you get when you wake up and try to figure out whether something really happened yesterday or if you dreamed it? Or rather, the feeling you get when you figure out for sure that it happened?
That's the one.
I had that moment recently. Woke up and wasn't sure but now it's more real than ever.
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