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I love it when my hometown becomes a desolate ghost town bc a train derailed and released a known carcinogen, and so now I'm evacuated with nothing else to do other than look at Tumblr.
I love writing so much, everyone. So so much. This makes 2 good things I've written today, and I just want to cry with how much I feel like a Real Person who, somehow, mysteriously, is "meaningful" and "connected-to-people." (whatever those words even mean? I am sure they must mean something, but I couldn't tell you what) I only started feeling this way recently, I guess, and I've been craving it my whole life, and it's just really big. Really big feelings. Okay!