So I finally met my neighbors the other day, after living next to them for several months, and hearing all sorts of snippets of conversations as they smoked their cigarettes outside my open window. It’s kind of funny that I plan on moving out at the end of the month, but, oh well. After four years of living in this pit, I’m about ready for a change.
disordered thought processes
hidden in the seeming chaos is beautiful, elegant order—at least, I hope that's true.
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