Sync in 3, 2, 1.
because a thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.
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Facebook pictures have got me thinking that I want a cigarette. I should be working on my Composition essay, but I can’t focus on that shit. I want to just sit around and write sentences that have nothing to do with politics or editorials. I’m feeling nervous about something, but I can’t figure it out.
I’ll smoke on the way to school to kill this growing anxiety, but what am I supposed to do right now?
I guess it’s one of those “Suffer for now, fix it in six hours” types of things.
Today, I also made a personal affirmation: If you cross my mind a year from this day, I’ll contact you.
