Thursday, July 28, 2011

always. maybe sometimes.

i hardly know what to do with myself. i am home. alone. the house is eerily quiet. the sound of my fingers tapping against the keys and my little computer speakers squeaking out The Bends are the only things i can hear. i think i will shut the computer off and go sit in the grass. that is something i haven't done in ages.

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