they mess with my head. I can't seem to tell what year it is, or how old I am. its a season of life, much like fall. and each time it comes it reminds you vividly of all the times it's come before. only not so nicely as fall does. and I'm in bed. I don't like bed. it's too warm here. at least its fall. you can't keep me down for long anyway. I'll be up again before evening, because evening is too good to be sick through.
aaaa! You can't be sick!! I hope you feel better soon :)
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