xfinitex

This wasn't the first time we forgot to keep in touch, or even the second. I found myself locked out on the porch again, your personal answer to what the futures gonna be. And I'm not sure I'm going to like it, tied to the underside of your balloon as it rises, integral ingredient in passing the test. He wanted to see you'd left me behind, and what better way than this?

Don't cook dinner. I'm still stuck out here, and I know you have leftovers.

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I don't know if that'd be considered a prose poem or what, but I kind of like it. My writing has been dying down lately, as I feel that my medication affects my creativity. I hope that soon I'll be able to work out the clash between the two.
I'm still trying to find an internship that involves writing for something. I hope that'll work out for me, because I couldn't be more excited by the prospect.
I have to go take a shower now, and then head to work. Leave something here.