Instead of reading...

I cut my face in my sleep the other night. And this morning I woke up with bruises on my feet. I haven't written much lately; I haven't done much at all lately.
I feel apart from my body. I get through class just by reminding myself of how warm and welcoming my bed will be at 11 each morning.
I don't go to bed promptly, and I have slacked on my studying for French class.
It is time I go home. The thought of summer has disconnected me from my studently ways, and there is little turning back at this point.
I am falling, hard, for someone. But not just someone, however. He is inspiring and intellectual. He second guesses himself, and he doesn't realize just how smart he is...I admire him for it. He is completely unaware of how purely great (in every sense of the word) he is.
He playfully haunts the forefront of my mind, and I miss him very much.

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