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Been walking around this apartment; wandering around. Leaving trails of nothing everywhere I go. try making a snack, but throw it away half way through. Sit down to make something.. but get sidetracked to look in the mirror or lay on the carpet.

Everything is nothing and I feel that way. I don't feel sad, no not really.
Not happy; not anything.

"things i collect."

edit: haha hey guys that's cool but i don't care. I collect san francisco notes

San Francisco feels breezy and comfortable. No rush. No push no shove; I missed this girl.

After trailing a guy [whom I've been close to hating lately] home from west philadelphia at 5am, 42 blocks, trying to keep him from getting hit by a car, and stop throwing barbecues and garbage cans into houses; after holding liz up while she walked & rehashed the past overandoverandover, after doing all of this in 30 degree weather without a coat ( Read more... )

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