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I just realized I've been on prose for just over a year now. I wonder if writing down some of my thoughts and posting them online for this long will be a defense or a nail in the coffin when something inevitable knocks me off the table. The table, in case, is made of glass, has most screws loose, and is missing a leg.

I need a new table. Something more supportive.

I'm finally up and fucking off to college when next fall comes around. When my mom first mentioned me having to get furniture, I almost burst into tears.

At first I wanted to stay here and do community college. Way cheaper, and where most of my friends will be.

But then I had the thought of 'wow, if I stay here longer than legally required, I might actually kill myself'. So I'm going off somewhere, just me and my not too bad academic scholarship.

I might be going into years of dreadful debt, but hopefully I'll want to die less.