These long days make me miss the days that weren’t so long. . . And were days that looked like this.
“If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.” – Sylvia Plath
Breathing//Surviving//Snacking\\Breathing\\Surviving\\Snacking . . .
Excited for sleep.
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