i'm still wrapped in that bubble of surrealism -
there's no way i expected to be here, getting so attached to the people in my life now, doing the things i do.
sounds corny, but it's not just in my head anymore; everything i want to do is out here, i'm living them out. struggling, surviving, always a step closer.
someone asked me the other day how i manage, juggling everything.
i can't. something's got to give.so it has.
seems like a bad time to quit then.
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