dear peeking around the corner diary,
i don't often plan to go the places i go, never do really as much as possible, but when i find myself in places i've been it can be jolting when i blink my eyes and find myself where i once was laughing and happy and thinking of the future with such optimism- even if it was at 6AM when i was doing the laughing and thinking. today i laughed too while i was there for no reason, but it was 2PM and the weather- well outside it was a california day- not the dead of winter. fuck it is nice outside. i wish it was like this everyday. i could no longer handle the flood of memories that continued to ambush me, as this seemed to be our favorite stall. i left. i had to anyway. someone else wanted to either reminisce or wash their car.
i don't often plan to go the places i go, never do really as much as possible, but when i find myself in places i've been it can be jolting when i blink my eyes and find myself where i once was laughing and happy and thinking of the future with such optimism- even if it was at 6AM when i was doing the laughing and thinking. today i laughed too while i was there for no reason, but it was 2PM and the weather- well outside it was a california day- not the dead of winter. fuck it is nice outside. i wish it was like this everyday. i could no longer handle the flood of memories that continued to ambush me, as this seemed to be our favorite stall. i left. i had to anyway. someone else wanted to either reminisce or wash their car.
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