25.07.08 - 6:05 p.m.

it is tiring to be absorbed in someone else's work. professionally, personally, whatever. convincing the world you are someone you are not is exhausting no matter how deftly you do it.

during the process of being immunized against all the things that may finally fell me, i think about when i was applying for university and my mother replied to my complaints snidely: well, i'm sorry, darling, that we chose not to have you injected with disease
as though that were the only sensible option. i inherited this habit of dismissive retorting from her along with the eyes, the congenitally missing teeth.

try to be less uptight, try to be more aware
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