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invisible children
charity: water
liberty in north korea

It’s only seventy-one degrees in here but I’m freezing under this blanket I stole, I can’t stop smoking hookah until my brain feels as if it’s floating around in my skull and I can’t stand straight and I feel as if I will just pass out, everything reminds me of him, from taking showers to the ice cream in my freezer to the old truck I pass parked in front of those apartments nearly daily and sleeping and waking and open windows and my perfume and thursday and the birdie on my back that’s really my side and that boy on campus always on that rope between those trees and toast and the scar in my thumb, I’m tired of writing complete thoughts with correct grammar, I want out of this town and out of this false world and out of classes that I don’t even know if they mean anything, and I wouldn’t say I am really depressed again but I’m really just lost, my map that guides me is absent and always will be, I am down to what I remember of it and winter is approaching and I want his jacket and I am afraid, but fear is a useless and binding thing that I need to remove from my existence and I doubt this will make any sense to any other but I just wanted to share with every one because I don’t want to share with any one.