I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that I move out tomorrow. I also can’t wrap my head around the fact that I pretty much haven’t written a word, a meaningful word, in months. The saddest part is I’ve had so much to write about in the past view months, that I’m just wondering if I’m forcing myself into a continuos writers block just so I don’t have to face the countless faces that float around the dustiest corners of my repressed subconscious.

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