the back-to-school shrines already disheveled and in ruins on market shelves.
the brisk afternoons where warm soup feels like the only thing that can bring the body back to life. or slowly bring it into hibernation mode, as is the case with my life right now.
why do i feel like being under my comforter is the safest place to be?
why do i insist on hiding from the world?
right now i'm sitting on my living room couch, with federer up two sets in his quarter-final match, and all i can think about is returning to this couch after i play volleyball for a few hours. i'm going to the beach to go play volleyball and all i can think about is coming back? this doesn't make sense.
i like people.
i like volleyball.
i'd chose to be outside rather than inside any day.
so why am i behaving like this?
i think i know why.
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