A 12 hour day at school on a Sunday?
Sunday funday...
I feel: tired, worthless, alone, forlorn, love, dazed, and fragile.
I miss moments that never happened. And I miss a touch (that was only fleeting).
My work for the next couple of weeks is about love.
I'm scared. I'm sad.
All you need is love, right?
Love does make for excellent fuel.
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