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i run because i'm scared, and never thought the running would give me even more reason to run.

"i dont lie to you, i've never lied to you, about anything. i'm sick of games,too, never thought i'd be playing any, in the first place. the memories won't go away, tho sometimes i want them to. i want to let you back in, but not now, not after what i've heard. thank you, for caring, screw you for speaking, fuck you for confusing me, all over again."

ouch. sometimes i wish i could turn things back to the way they were, too.

wow. talk about streams of consciousness. how abstract is this? but then, its 15 mins to 7am, and i can't sleep, again, so you can't blame me. when God made man he forgot the switch that turns people's minds off. lets try gaining some footing by adding updates to real life: by some miracle i've finished hammering out 2 essays in bout 3ish days. power to me, vic, the arts canteen coffee, and the hugeass flying bugs that threaten to crash into your head before shedding their wings onto/into everything.

goodness. there's light in the sky. i need like, sleeping pills.