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Sunday, June 13
Just remembered I had a dream last night that my sunflowers had grown really, really large. No flowers, though, just really long, hairy stalks.
Too bad I won't be here to see them either way, I wish I'd planted them earlier cause soon enough they might as well be dead to me.

"In The Morning Before Work," by Owen, is a song I've been listening to on repeat lately. It makes me feel worse but a little better at the same time. And one'd think there'd be some sort of net profit or some overall effect but no, I guess emotions don't work that way and I just feel all mixed up.
The image of Mr. Hogan's face definitely just popped into my head, gr8.
Damn those buggy eyes.

One more month of high school, please.

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