i don't know what it is; but everything seems a little bit more dull.
cuts don't hurt; the sun (what could be seen of it, anyway) isn't bright; voices are quieter; laughter sounds kind of forced; and nothing out of the ordinary happens.
i hate it here.
"But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away."
- Francesca Lia Block
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