My throat aches. Joel got me sick.

We curled up like one giant mammal in my bed last night, him stroking my face and kissing me intermittently. I was trying to speak and he kept interupting me with kisses. His green flannel pajamas made him soft. I wish I could just fall asleep inside him, keep away from all these distractions and this negative energy, all this gnawing teenage anxiety.

Everything's falling apart. I have nothing to say to Sam. How can I compete with New York?

Missed anything?
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