| potato chips are gross. unfiltered cigarettes are burning my insides. a long amount of sleep now seems short, and i believe i should take my rest again soon. aged moving pictures bring back a nostalgia found in nothing else.
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| seth.
where are you?
take me to lisbon.
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| it's late, and i need to get to sleep.
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| I just keep on feeling that I'm on the top of the Mountain. I'm on the top of the mountain, and the earth beneath me keeps on falling. It's not moving me. I'm still on my two feet. I'm still standing strong, but just everything is pulled from underneath me. I can't even feel the rumble of the falling earth, I can just tell because the mountains surrounding mine seem to grow.
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| I left this window open for about twenty minutes before I realized that it was open. I don't really have anything important to say, except that I'm excited about college, excited about moving out, and excited about not going back to science hill.
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