..because if this isn't going anywhere, tell me now.
Oh stuck in a state between bliss and loneliness. Blame it on the three glasses of Chardonnay if you will. It's a hot and sweaty August night. The tick-tick-tick of the ceiling fan is keeping me awake and all I have to focus on are my endless thoughts. I don't know if my time in Chicago is running short or not. I should be the one calling the shots but I can't bring myself to let go that easily.
I wish summer would never end.
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