mulling about little india thinking of you, sakshi, savi, the closest reminders i had to home in colby - and i miss the both of you like i should, and i do.
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if i had to find a song to describe my life right now, it would be O Fortuna. There is too much excess, too much drama - but its all in my head of course. if it would spill out, san francisco might collapse, singapore might experience snow, americans might actually start eating steamed fish with real rice and real vegetable and not just fish fingers, mush, and dead leaves.
excessive, really; like how feelings are sometimes so unnecessarily indulgent; like how i am often so needlessly extravagant and today; like how some days i feel like putting myself in a box and labeling it "return to sender" because i don't ever meet your expectations, and i just want disappear into be in some godforsaken land because i'm undeserving - oh wait, i did that already, and didn't like it - i'm sorry. i haven't got all my priorities right, but do you ever doubt that i wouldn't try my hardest at whatever i do?
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healthy is having Mozart, Beethoven, Weepies, and Ingrid Michaelson on loop. unhealthy is listening to the trash they try and pass for music on radio today.
