It's 4:31 in the morning and I'm still up. Just finished a fifth of a gallon of ice cream (finished because it was literally what was left in the ice cream container). I'll probably be too scared to go downstairs to take care of my mess.
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There's a reason I'm still here, in this same state, in what I perceive to be my comfort zone. It's not anyone else, it's me.
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To be fair, I have seen change though, pretty novel changes to say the least. I've been enjoying my time too. New experiences, less new friends, just culling out the people who I want my circle of friends to include. Don't get me wrong, if you wanna be a part, they by all means please stay. But please, stay. I'll accept you if you keep coming back.
Er... this wasn't the point of this post. I'm just rambling again. Still my old ways. That's the problem isn't it?
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Heh. Artistically Challenged.
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