Its Friday, oh yeah! Too bad Fridays mean nothing to me. Every day bleeds into the next, every week feels like last week, next week, but never this week. Every time I try to think of the date, I never know. Every time I try to think of the month, and I guess last month. The world is a calendar all on the same page - who would have thought that flipping the page would be a much bigger deal than it actually is? Day after day, every week after week. But am I still the Julian who was so sweet, so gentle, so sentimental? I am the same Julian who my mother still thinks I am, but I know I'm not, but could still be because in her eyes I've never changed?
I don't know. Its Friday. Too bad Fridays mean nothing to me.
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