Today I was going through all the documents on my computer and erasing the ones I don't need anymore (class schedules from freshman year, guide lines for essays due years ago, work regulations from places I don't work anymore) and I found one entitled "instructions" I opened it to see what it would instruct me to do, and I found this:
Could you see me tomorrow? After my final, we can go inside my apartment, draw the shades, and drink cocoa. We can talk about the truth. I want to hear something real. Something that isn't a lie. It's hard to be realistic. To not be in denial if no one ever says the truth out loud.
I love my life. And cocoa :)
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