Misery

Misery, Week Two.

Misery, Week Two.

Most times, I am stretching myself so thin, trying to make more and more and more of a day. Rare times, like the first week of my freshman year of high school, and the first time I went to summer camp, and my first week in Misery, the days seemed to somehow make more and more and more of me. The first week felt like it was a month long. Hot, sloggy days that revealed more of what all of my days ahead were to be filled with. 

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