I really hope I sleep tonight. If it's another night of playing a keyboard on a low volume and playing an an plunged guitar for hours while going outside to be inspired by the skies and the sounds and the feelings to write some poetry while listening to some of the bigger animals trollop through the snow and maybe hear an owl hoot or a coyote howl, it's going to be, yet again, another long bittersweet night.

S just called me "the most controlling emotionally manipulative fitch he's ever met." Must've not have met a lot of women. Poor boy. Probably gay. I'll support him if he decides to come out. Maybe then he'll stop being a totally cntface.
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