i'll watch lion king now, at 3:37am. yet another has just finished & tears will fall like they always do after your escape from stage left. i hate this feeling, trapped up in my throat, fighting for escape.
this place is empty. lonely. it drains me, being here. i'm plotting my escape from prison. one more day. one more day. i'm going home with "laura". this bed is an island. the air is full of diseases of one kind or another. my eyes itch, burn, & tear. i cough too much.
the look on his face when the truth about this summer hit, hurt. i won't be home. is that really any surprise? i'd hope not, but i guess so.
i'm not into this. i'm gonna go watch simba grow up. exciting.
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