"to think you're witty"
Yeah.
I need to go to sleep.
Last night I had a dream that I tore my forearm open and ripped out all the flesh.
It was just so dark it made my stomach churn. When I woke up I realized that I am not that unhappy self-deprecating girl. It makes me sick to think I sunk that low.
I think these past two months have helped me gain my own footing. I feel I've aged a few years even.
My father told me in a recent letter to keep my feet on the ground and my head in the stars.
And I'll do just that.
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