i should sleep earlier
blood pressure is a-o-k but my head is not. these headaches are such a mystery. i don't know how i got through the day yesterday, mostly out; the longest journey home on two buses from croydon ensued as i tried with every ounce of whittled energy i had to not throw up.
(i then threw up a whole meal, and then some, into the toilet bowl at home)
sitting in an empty living room at this moment and looking around. what do i feel about moving to brighton in september? i am not sure yet. living alone. it is finally here. the idea is exciting. the physicality, though, is unimaginable, and therefore cannot stir in me any kind of emotion. yet.
what is it like to feel like a town is your own?
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what does it feel like to call someone your own?
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