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These last two hours: I have eaten biscotti and an undercooked hamburger, run around with girls in tight jeans, had three awkward (but obligatory) conversations with three ex-boyfriends, pretended to be invisible, distributed my number and a pseudo-lap dance, walked home alone in the dark ( Read more... )

i listen to operas and violin adagios on morning walks to art history class. i have this fascination with the sky and the trees, and am constantly stumbling into things because i walk with my head way, way up.

people are constantly telling me that this life i wish i had is not real, that it can not and will not ever exist.

this is like a fucking death sentence.
& i spent approx. 300 dollars today on crap.

i will write to you when the weather clears. i spoke to my sister about this, how i would like to meet you, we'd go to the zoo, or the circus, to see the elephants. i would not reach for small talk, like a known hand, i would reach for you.

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Going on less than three hours of sleep. I have open sores on my head and I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking that I was dying. Baxter opens at eight and I've already called twice but nobody's picking up ( Read more... )