It being the last night of school, some things changed momentarily, but some things stubbornly remained the same. People exhaust me cause I exhaust myself trying to make others appear better than they are. Or I'm just tired of trying to be less sensitive. It isn't because I don't care, it's because I can't care for things that aren't real in the first place. Things that made me forget my exhaustion; 42 below, Indochine dancefloor and the whole crazy lot of us on it.
...I'll go hug my new cross-stitched cushions from Ikea now. Comfort bought is much easier to get than comfort sought.
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