ME
(run to the edge of a body of water, moonlit, and toss my phone into the dark)
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I have to get ready for work soon, and I am also putting off cleaning, because I don't feel like it. I feel like eating the blueberry and peach pie the Russian made yesterday and curling up with a book or a movie. But I like my job, and I like a clean apartment, so you see, I am at an impass. I have to start making lists again, and sticking to them. I feel off kilter, and I know it is from having my daily movements and routines dictated or commented on by someone else. Not that the Russian forces me to change, but everything is just less instinctual.
I miss my friends. I miss being the fifth wheel sometimes.
