a few days in.
for the first time in a long time, i feel like writing or maybe just talking. i just need to say some things. i miss my friends. i miss myself - i feel like my identity is being smothered by all these people i don't know. like after all these years spent starting fires it just took a change of scenery to stomp me out. i am less sarcastic. i am quiet. i miss myself.
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