“History repeats itself with my encouragement. Because the only happiness I know is the happiness I’ve known, and I spend every rainy-on-the-inside day searching for a replica of a warmth I’ve felt before, from a sunny day I’ve already soaked in and a starry night I’ve already fallen asleep under the blanket of. It’s why I don’t let go of the people who once-upon-a-time melted me like butter when they brushed my shoulder. It’s why I hit harsh blunts, and eat four peoples’ servings of cake, and burn my throat taking shots of pocket-change vodka. It’s because I’ve memorized the things that make me buzz. And when I start to lose the tingle, my instincts send me back to the root of the thrill. I wind up at the intersection of past and future, trying to make them match. I convince myself that the present is falling short, if I even notice that it exists at all. ”
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