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Its 4 am and I haven’t shut my eyes. Not even for a second. I have the jitters so bad. My eye doesn’t even have an iris, my pupils are so dilated. This is absolute hell. My palms are sweating, my ears are ringing, and I just want to sleep. I can feel my mind crashing but my body is convulsing like a lawn mower that won’t start. Too many substances in my bloodstream.
Waiting. Boring people. Not being able to sleep in consequence of a drug cocktail in my blood stream. Homophobes. Immature people. Sweat. Public transportation. All science related knowledge that I didn’t want (chemistry in particular). Being painfully awkward at times. Hostess gifts. The color of those green hospital scrubs. People who don’t remove hair that should not be where it is.. The scar in the center of my forehead. Who I used to be. Who I am. Most likely who I will become. And lastly having deep feelings for a person that thinks its ok to completely disregard the fact that I ever meant something.
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