over the course of one semester:
life becomes cluttered
i forget about other people
i forget about me
i forget to forget about anything
i don't sleep enough
i am always writing
the weather gets colder and colder
i don't eat enough tortillas and beans
holding hands and hugging are rare pleasures
nothing gets over-organized and categorized like in the summer
i wear shoes
i don't write much poetry anymore.
well: all of that is about to change.
*cue ominous music*
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