The Day Has Twenty-Four Hours, and None of Them Feel Like Mine
It’s half past six in the morning, and I’m already behind. Not behind on anything specific; that’s the strange part: behind in general. The feeling arrives before the day does, like a text message I haven’t opened yet but already know the tone of it. This is what August looks like for me now. School’s […]
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