Steven
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Flat is empty, head is empty, stomach is empty. “Gather everything and get out by tomorrow“ sure. Gathering a whole life up will take time though. I am starting to develop resentment. Clothes are packed. Kitchen items, not so much. The beds lonelier. Association with you has been nothing short of a nightmare. I’m grateful I was here. Grateful. I am not so grateful to have met you. Soy sauce fell on my red jacket. **** you. I’m tired. Maybe what she said about me having to slow down is true. This is catching up to me, very fast. Why else am I sick every alternate days? This is maybe it. I hope this is it. I am so done. Suddenly I wish I was 16 not 20. Floor is really messy. **** you.
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