Day 6. Office. 11:00AM
I wonder how it will come. Will I know? I don't know. Will I feel something trying to end? Will I go away and hide like a cat does? Sometimes I chew the grounds in my coffee into a thick paste and spit them all over the toilet seat in the bathroom.
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i want to know so bad who this is but i also don't. again...this whole "last year of life stuff" is so commonplace and so fucking serious it hurts. like a good hurt.
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