Today, I can't shake the feeling that my life is just one huge MadLib. The characters and scenery may change, but ultimately the story is the same. I'm not sure what it means that it's hovering around today. Hopefully not much.
I may just be panicking about next weekend. Aborted trips and all that stuff. I know it won't happen this time, but it does give me some general anxiety as a result. God damnit Pavlov.
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Lyrics: "Whisper things into my brain / Your voice sounds so hollow"
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