I can't stop dreaming about a place where no one knows me and nothing distracting ever happens and no one drinks to get drunk and I have a library room painted orange and I am surrounded by books and I am writing and there is no highway and there is no Wal-mart and I don't stop writing until every word is out of me and I ship every word I've created to some big city and they like it and not until they like it will I leave.
I'm so comfortable that I can't tell if I'm happy or not any more.
I need to graduate.
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this is my favorite post
"I'm so comfortable that I can't tell if I'm happy or not any more"
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