Pull.

The windows are open. My fan is switched on.
Yet I still can feel the difference of the air that comes from either source.
The air that comes in from the outside feels cold.
Cold enough to ease the pain from the strings of my heart.
Give me a cigg and all shall be beautiful.
As they say, a beautiful disaster.

And studying for Marketing at this hour and in this state sucks pig nuts. I swear.

I can’t differentiate a want and a need right now. Oh well, back to the notes.

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