i wanted the idyllic glossiness of our life (more accurately, the fulfilled promise of that life) returned to me.

i wanted another chance. but i could only express this wish to myself. what i needed to do was put it into action and prove that i hadn’t dropped out,

that i hadn’t killed the buzz,

that i could rejuvenate.

i needed to prove somehow i could shift out of the slow lane.

i was still young

i was still smart; i hadn’t lost it entirely. i could move through the hassle.

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  2. artsink said: i hope im not the hassle. :/
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