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sixteen october
eleven : forty-eight p.m.
they're all here.
"heh, she's drunk."
"no, i'm not. i'm working on it, though."
and they're all talking about it. and i feel so out of place. i wish he was here, but he is busy upstairs, and i can only talk to him through my keyboard.
"i'm always happy when i'm outside in the woods, but it doesn't seem like the cure-all. there needs to be a balance of a lot of things that i don't have or don't know where to find right now."