11.9.17

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The hum of the noise machine. Dim lighting. Aesthetically pleasing lighting. Fog outside. Racing thoughts. Mentally writing this scene. Flashes of her. Memories of her. Bored. Everything makes sense. Alcohol. Campus. Driving. Underlying sadness. English rough draft. Uncomfortable jeans. Uncomfortable sweater. Uncomfortable boots. Discomfort. My roots are coming in. I wonder if he's okay. I wonder if she's okay. I haven't seen my friends all day. I can't wait to see my friends. It's getting dark out. I want to kiss her. Energy. Restlessness. More racing thoughts. Focus. Pay attention. Mania.
It's just mania.

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