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Today feels like its been a bad day. It's like we've shot past October and into November. I can feel the winter creeping inside me, prying open all the spaces inside myself and filling them with gray chill afternoons and blustery winds.
All I've done today is watch television and eat pie.
I feel bloated and discontent.
My head is too full of my own thoughts and I dread the idea of going to bed, lying between cool sheets and staring up, into the dark, because I know I'll start wondering if I've made anything worthwhile of my life.
All I've done today is watch television and eat pie.
I feel bloated and discontent.
My head is too full of my own thoughts and I dread the idea of going to bed, lying between cool sheets and staring up, into the dark, because I know I'll start wondering if I've made anything worthwhile of my life.
