Stop.

Just stop. Feelings. Just cause you're still in contact doesn't mean any future hope exists. 

Fuck. I'm out of sleep meds, so what music will distract and relax me enough to fall asleep? 

Choices. And in-doing the choices. Second-guessing. This daft punk album reminds me of price changes. That's not helping. Oh, for those excuses: the graveyards that'd wreck my brain and heart. The psychosis. The 6am shifts where I couldn't think because it was too early and I was too busy anyway. 

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