Didn’t realize it’s been so long, but what is time anyway?
My frustrations have turned physical, and I cannot work them out.
Wake up—sprint.
Fuck me.
I’m not even a runner.
I have a shit right knee, and no insurance.
Regardless, I’m back again before dinner—sprint.
PLEASE FUCK ME.
Daily.
I like it because people talk to me, they look at me, and I feel less alone.
Three people talked to me today. Two of them, I engaged with.
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