Anxiety. I hate to say this, but I'm breaking up with you. This is the second day in a row you've kept me in bed until much later than I'd wanted to be. It's sweet, really, but I have far too much to do to only just be getting in the shower at 3:00 in the afternoon. Laying in bed with you, thinking about everything I should be doing, is just not something I want from our relationship.

Don't blame yourself. It's not you, it's me. We are just two very different people.

But honestly, pack your things. I'm going to enjoy this year.

It's getting close to the end of the year, and I'm starting to get that claustrophobic-stress feeling, so it's time for my list of things to get done:

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To be updated as more things come up/I get things done