Sometimes. A Moment Of Another Girl.
One. I'm exhausted.
Two. I can never figure out how to leave a comment for
her without being a xanga-person because I'm old. And tired.
Three. She's pretty cool. I like her.
Four. There's something on TV about a place I'm going to. So, I'm hiding for an hour and going to bed. Or I might just go to bed.
Longing for: a good, cold night, a turtleneck, a hot cup of coffee held between cold hands, and a thick book I won't reach the end of soon but can lose myself inside of. It's easier to feel this lonely in the winter.
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