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26 | josh

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J

it's saturday.
9:56pm

and i'm waiting with my phone held tightly in my hand, squeezing every eight seconds because it's the twelfth time i changed and i may just rip my own hair out.
it's still not enough.

i've got 4 minutes— soon only 3— to swallow this gut trembling anxiety daring to vomit up the dinner from the night before.
then again, maybe that'd be good for me.
i could afford to lose the extra weight—
jesus christ,
i need to stop that.

i just really hope i don't disappoint you tonight. it's kind of a reputation.

so for future reference: i'm sorry.

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