I'm a hot mess: eye make-up from the night before, dirty matted hair, dirty clothes. It's two o'clock, my room is a mess, and I'm beginning to start all the work I meant to start Thursday.

Laughing in beds with my friends, wasting the morning away, wiggly toes touching - I feel like this is what I will remember most fondly about my time here. My hair smells like someone else's sheets. I love that.

"Oh, I fell asleep with my bracelet on. Oops."
"Yeah it was jingling all night. Fuckin' sharing a bed with the Ghost of Christmas Past here..."


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"Goddamn stayin' healthy is hard as a motherfucker." - Z-ro.