/lit/ - Literature

>Good morning. I’m not sure why I’ve abandoned writing in cursive. Who cares. It’s good to be fluid.
>I am watching Twilight again and I am catapulted into a sentimental time capsule. I am 11 years old. Maybe I still am 11 years old. I don’t feel 21. I am too young to be 21. I am too old to be 21. I am not even sure if I am real. If I can count my pulse is that evidence? Does a heartbeat equal existence? I think I am a vampire.
>I am trying to see the glory in this morning, the glory the birds are singing about, but I think I might just roll over and squeeze my eyes shut, and try to keep dreaming about him.

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