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sitting around in my bedroom, with the windows open, reading random shit online, listening to radiohead, feeling bad about myself for not being productive, in the middle of a messy room, feeling like there are a thousand other things i should be doing instead of sitting on my bed, listening to the bends & ok computer, with no AC on and sun beating on me through the sky-light. this has occurred often for the past three summers. its an uncomfortable familiarity. mehr .
i'm goin' back to new york city ,
i do believe i've had enough.
at least my room is awesome and covered in watercolor paintings.
i'm goin' back to new york city ,
i do believe i've had enough.
at least my room is awesome and covered in watercolor paintings.
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friends only