The little nesting bird has all her cups and dishes, but no where to place them in their own little cupboards and tables. I feel like I have no time. I just spent a few hours writing cover letters, not knowing where they're going and if they're really going to unlock my life. God knows I feel pretty chained. On my right knuckle, there is a light scar like a subtraction sign. I don't remember where that came from and I thought maybe it was from when an empty soda can hit my hand in a "flirtatious" manner. Funny what you think is love in high school. I really have no time even to write this entry now.

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