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nowhere to run now baby, nowhere to hide.

It's still there. Woo-fucking-hoo. I didn't get out of bed until 4.30pm, not because of the copious amount of marijuana that I smoked last night, but because I just didnt have a reason too. Our house turned into the same little bubble that it did a while ago, where everyone is a slightly different person, they get whittled into a different form of themselves. I don't want to talk about what I was made into, and for once it wasnt by me.

There seems to be something against privacy. One look at me writing this and it's like I'm writing their own death warrant. I don't want everyone to know everything about me, I like it better that way.

I'm just having a conversation about board games and social politics, specifically because we were playing scrabble last night, not properly to be fair. More spontaneous and colloquial. One of my friendship groups is like a board game, involving a lot of bluffing, teasing, politics, all about figuring out the right place to put yourself so you win. And when you want to pull out you feel you can't because the lure of the prize is so magnetic.

I'm chatting complete biscuits. I haven't seen daylight for 26 hours.

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