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february 22 in twenty-seven

  • Feb. 23, 2014, 4:50 p.m.
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I can tell when my mind is on the verge of collapse when everything else in my life starts slipping. I can't keep my apartment clean despite having no excuses. The apartment looks great, but that's only because of my roommate. My room resembles the aftermath of a natural disaster and there's nothing I can do to make myself care.

Today: picnic at a park, shopping, nap, ice skating, Mexican food, bar.

Long day.


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