12.27.2015

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6.42

i haven't washed in like two days. i feel kind of sick to my stomach. today was a very uninteresting day.

now i'm out for dinner at Al Dente. i ordered those little swirly macaroni noodles with pumpkin sauce and chicken and caesar salad and soup which is vaguely familiar (i would tell the name but they call do a thing called mystery soup where they surprise you) and tiramisu and milk tea. very delicious.

i've figured out that the soup is cream of corn and it's actually really pleasant.

this salad is really good too because even though it has caesar dressing they put some weird slice of fruit in it and i just want to eat like ten more slices because its the most delicious thing ever.

i hate when people stare at me and think i can't see them, like do i look fucking blind to you? of course i can see you, you idiot.

7.11

i feel like i'm going to slip into a coma and sleep for a long time. i always feel tired after i've eaten a lot, like my dad. he'd always have dinner on the couch with us and then fall asleep like thirty minutes after he finished eating.

i honestly could fall asleep here though. like, right now. it sucks though because whenever i know i have to finish something or i have things that have to be completed - i'm always in a sleepy mood.

7.22

tiramisu is quite good. i still haven't been given my milk tea but maybe they plan on giving it to me when they take my chocolate and caramel covered dessert plate. maybe they know that i was planning to hangout in here for a little bit and catch up on my reading.

right as i finished writing that, they brought it out but i'm not sure that it's milk tea. i'll drink it anyways, though.

7.32

a list. a red beanie and thickly rich red and blue smoke bombs. a plane ticket home revealing a date sooner. i want to go home now, and even when i'm not thinking about it, it's on my mind in the most painful way. it tears me up without me even realizing it's doing so.

footnote: i'm so tired. it's unfair. i feel absent. weightless. its like can't feel anything anymore and i'm slowly loosing my touch.

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