It's cold outside, but I sit here snuggled and warm in my pastel pajamas. I lack the energy to think of anything remotely interesting to do on the weekend that lies before me - but the possibility alone keeps me high. I realise I give my heart secretly, but far too easily. I'll speak my truth if you dare to ask. I am alone, but tonight that is ok.
I found this brilliance while educating myself on all things Chet Faker. I promise I'll move on from him
eventually.
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