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I am on it.

I want so much to hate Tilly and the Wall, but I just... can't.

Lost giiiiiirls.

much.

I'm thinking this snow is a little bit excessive.

WHERE
THE
HELL
IS
MY
NECK
LACE
!!!!!!
?


:(!


Edit 6:48 am: I found it! Weird.

"I always feel the need to share the colder seasons with someone. Maybe it's the purity of the white, maybe it's the coldness sucking the warmth out of me so I can gather someone else's. Either way, winter is okay sometimes."

AUGH.
I just remembered that I had a dream last night and in that dream someone gave me a little black kitten named Milkshake.

"Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry,"

Really?

This hurts my feelings.

If only I could vote...

My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they ain't friends, so far,
My words don't travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use,
No healthy calories,
Nutrition values.
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels.

piece of shit.

Hell yes.

It's going to be one of ~those~ nights where you wake up to wipe your nose on your sheets.
It may be disgusting but I know you've done it too.

If I involve myself enough with other people's lives I can switch my mind out of my own.
It's a good feeling.

I think my hair is black now. If not black, pretty damn close.

I am such a badass.

I haven't seen John since last Sunday.

Ponder, ponder, ponder...

I am a man of constant sorrow.

I don't care if my day was shit. Now, I don't care at all.
I'm not here.


<3
<3
<333333333333
<333333333333333333333


Every damn thing about this is worth listening to.

Are cuts not working for anyone else?

I want to go whale watching so, so, so badly.
Come on.
Let's go.

I'm chilly.

...

I'm not crying.
I'm not.

I think I'll just make that last entry private.

Live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live live.


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I'm getting really touchy about the upcoming election. Really, really touchy.

Max is sleeping with me tonight.
Snuggle snuggle snuggle.


Things were much more normal.
Unbelievable relief.


I'm a deep sea diver with my fins
and underneath your currents I do swim.


My mom flat out said that she doesn't like me, that I'm often rude, scary, and unapproachable if I'm not busy being an introvert.
I said that was fair.

A man just asked me if I would join him and his wife in a threesome.



...



I told him I'd think about it.

Me and my god damn personality disorders.

I felt at peace. We rotated seats and now I was the driver. We weren't anywhere, just the dog tracks and its giant parking lot. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair, adjusted my sunglasses, eased onto the gas.
"I've only driven once before, guys."
I press the gas, then slam on the break to see you all smile and laugh. I press on the gas, then slam on the break and land on the horn. You all still laughed. We all laughed. I drove and drove. Not really anywhere, just around in circles and rectangles and 90 degree turns. I light a cigarette to see if I can drive and smoke; I can. Nobody said they were happy but I felt it. I think we all did.
I believed I was doing a good job but "Guys! Why does the car keep stopping!" I couldn't look down to see Dan pulling the emergency break. We laughed and smiled and listened to 88.9 WERS, music for the independent mind.
John said he didn't like The Cure. I slammed on the gas then quickly to the break and turned around, straight-faced, which I couldn't keep for long. I don't like The Cure as much as the car seemed to say I did, but it was still alright.
Dan taught me how to use the break softly, which now I'm very good at. Chris still sat in the back with his blonde hair and a Marlboro Menthol in his mouth, smiling.
Smiling.
"After this song I'll get out." The song was something about turning into a sun, I want to say. The song ended, we changed seats again, and we all became a group.
At peace, we are a pack.

I'll wait.

I'm not going to Klarman. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.
I can fix this myself.
I can't stop crying.
But I can fix this myself.

I'm just all sorts of scared.

I really forgot how much I missed Chelsea.
Next weekend I'm making it up to her.

Jealousy