and when I killed her, it was so easy that I wanted to kill her again

In the last month, I started

1. actually taking care of my skin
2. wearing quatz
3. taking selfies with creeks I like. (This one's Buckhall branch.)

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7 am me: oh, I'm too sick to go into work, I need to stay home and take it really easy.
3pm me: shitposting on my blog in my underwear

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I've been trying to characterize my energy to myself over the last week. It's not apathy, or anything so cold, it's just... disinterest, or a lack of fight. I actually want to read, instead of doing and participating in my life. A little surrender. A spring haze. I guess I get a little tired of my big, talky heart sometimes too.

I do keep thinking of things I want to write in this blog, though.