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seventeen september
twelve : thirty-four p.m.
heavy. i feel so heavy.
my shoulders might as well just be on the ground. they're close enough.
its not that i don't like her. i really do, and i'm lucky that i live with her instead of anyone else in the hall. i just wish she would be more considerate and appreciative.
it hurts that she isn't.