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Journal Entry
Spring Ahead.
I won an acting award. I feel nothing. You were crying all of a sudden. I only feel things for you lately. I have a cough, it hurts my chest. I feel that. It's too cold here. This song makes me feel like crying.
I go to sleep.
Maybe that's what I'll get a tattoo of. My life is moving too fast and too slow at the same time. This is the oldest I've ever been. I don't want to be any older. I don't want to be younger. I don't want to be anything.
I just want to lie down.
I want to smell the spring. I want to be with you. I remember this time last year. We shared positive energy. I've kept it inside me ever since. I'm outside now. I feel sun, and warm, a cool breeze, and paint chip stair case on dead skin feet. I hear spring birds, and airplanes, slow cars, soft music. It doesn't smell like spring yet. Goosebumps, dead grass, half melted snow.
My eyes are tired.
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