We Were Promised Jetpacks - Act on Impulse
I can't sleep. If only I were a patient person. This is no big deal brain. Get a clue, a grip or a xanax. There is something looming; big for me. Something I want so desperately I almost can't breathe. I'm scared, because if I want it, then it won't come true. Superstitious flower to a fault, until I can hold it in my hands, taste it in my mouth... it isn't real. There are those out there who are so calm in the face of impending happenings. I am not one of them. Tomorrow scares me, tomorrow I want my triumphant yelp.
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