I think maybe it is the whole idea of the long journey plus being so goddamn effing bored and sleepy and my hormones are raging like fuck, everything is coming back. I mean it keeps coming back. The fuck i wish i can practically pick the phone up, call this particular someone and hope that that particular someone picks the phone up and hear me complain, rant, whine, whatever. Because if I dont, i may have depression.
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