dear diary,
circa 1997 ish i was on the phone with a dear friend who opened my eyes to something indescribably simple. Before that, i had learned the lesson in elementary school. I recently had to re-remind myself about these things. If you don't remember what i'm talking about, just remember sitting on the pink carpet steps in the middle of the night, holding the phone, with tears in your eyes, hoping that the cold glass of water will help your voice stay steady. The way i feel today, is like how i felt right then, to the T. I'm sad to say that my eyes had closed since the day they were opened. But i'm awake again, today. Hopefully I'm awake forever.
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