I’m losing track of time

Tomorrow is next week and next week could well be a year from now.  I have so much i want to say but the words are fighting back, trying to stay hidden lest i say the wrong one and Screw Everything Up.

And i didn’t get the job, but that’s really only part of it. 

I want my mom.

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