my secret is eating me. there is no way i will ever say it. I have already said it, which makes it even better. It isn't so much that I don't want people to know, because really.. I don't care. I just can't make it real to myself. If I say it outloud, it wont be be true anymore. I'm having fun with this secret. This secret and I are friends.
Last night I dreamed that everyone was unjust. I was the only person who knew what was real and everyone listened to me. Its like that movie about idiots. i can't go into detail, my brain is made of much. my writing professor was having a bad day, I wanted to hold her hand and tell her it would be ok. I didn't because she would probably sue me or something. Only, I don't really think she would. Sometimes I just want to kiss people. I have to get out. i can't be at this school anymore. im going crazy. its too small. i think im bored. im so bored. fuck. i get bored so easily. escape route. commitment issues. blah blah. i am going. i can't even write right now.
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