i used to never distinguish the week from the weekend. well, not really- maybe schoolwise because my schedule would get torn apart during those two days. so as the time goes by, i find myself thinking only of the weekend. a day when i can sleep. sleep until the afternoon. no need for a nap. a longing for a walk or something exotic, interesting. amazing. as the time goes by (the indistinguishable time)- doors open and close. windows open and then are slammed shut as a part of them breaks. prop it up with a 2x2, but it's only a temporary fix. maybe i'm just tired. maybe i just don't care. or maybe- i moved on for once. (isn't it wonderful to use words with double meanings- of course it is. it's been the same discussion for two weeks now. sly, flirtatious. heated, passionate.)
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