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} it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head I rent a room and I fill the spaces with wood in places to make it feel like home But all I feel's alone It might be a quarter life crisis or just the stirring in my soul Either way I wonder sometimes fell in love again with a song i used to love. :) it's a time of uncertainty now, thoughts about jobs and which firm to work in or whether we'll get jobs at all... I figured at some point I would have to do the grown-up thing and take this seriously, so I think I'll try to find another job this summer. It's a bit too late to send out applications, but I'll see I guess. also, completely dreading the job interviews (assuming I get interviews). argh rah rah rah rah time is running out in London but I do feel like I've been making better use of it. I think. I can tick off the natural history museum, and hyde park (although another hyde park outing would be lovely). there's still a lot left to see though and my heart aches a bit when i see advertisements of things going on in the summer. life doesn't end here, right?
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