tonight, over egg drop soup, i realized that conversations are empty observations overall.
sad existence.
while scholastics is burning inside my mind....no one else really cares, not even the person i wish cared the most.
and so loneliness washed over me like the weather patterns of ohio...abrupt and ever-changing.
the coldest nights have the brightest stars.
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