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Holy hell. What is this November-like mood?

june 2, 2025

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What a yumper

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desiderata out of place.

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and so it rains.

I would rather feel the sweat forming between my chest and behind my neck, than need to touch my hands to my face.

so it rains.

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yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

huh, only 2 lines of y’s

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What in the rickety hell is this fack

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I tell myself to give myself time. My God, I’ve given my life’s time away already.

It’s been so hard gathering that time back and learning to handle it on my own.

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Day whatever.

I have to remind myself it’s not linear.

I’m scared to meet Edrenz here in Manila. What if i break loose and fall apart?

I break a little just thinking about it.

I can’t seem to grasp the seeping sadness from me.

I send pictures to the two friends that know the inner workings of my mind and heart.

I feel bad for feeling this way. My headaches follow my heartaches. I am frustrated and defeated.

I just want to get over this part of my life now.

But I know, now is definitely the time to take care the most.

When I’m so soft, and vulnerable. Sore and pliable.

I have just cried my longest cry in a while. Here where nothing is familiar. The green of the curtain at least, is a color I know from home.

I’ll have to go out after work tomorrow.