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It's funny. Not like... Haha Funny But Yeah.

I look at art all day but still I don't spend the time doing it.

What a funny way to look at things.

It's like whenever I get to the doctors office, I immediately succumb to all the sad thoughts I've been feeling if only just a second ago I was laughing on the phone with my best friend.

I can't afford to pay rent. That's the honesty of it. But as soon as we pay it, I know it'll be easier for the month until school is over. I just hope it doesn't rain. At this point, it's asking the parents to help out while Garett's still in classes or go give plasma. But I get paid tomorrow. Technically it isn't officially late until the third.

But I digress.

Will I only write here when times are bad? When I'm doubting where I'm at in my life because money I don't have.

I started reading the Wizard of Oz and now I'm seeing it in a new way. Post will follow. I just thought I'd chat for a while because I enjoy writing like this.

Would it be silly to post?

I don't care.

Post away.  🎈


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