I really cannot seem to get over being myself while still remaining a muddle of mystery. really, i can't.

Erin.

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journal,

I am prepared, once again, to brighten my arrows.

All my blessings come as you do ( Read more... )

In fact, it's not sad at all.

journal!

my heart is sinking a little, this is the saddest story! Soggy, soggy hearts cohersed into the stink pits. If my mother never knew how to make it go away, how will you, you, you?
but it's not really such a sad story as I may have led you to believe, it's only about convergence and how feeling two things at once can lead you to believe in ( Read more... )

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tell me why, sir, out of all the tables available, do you have to sit next to me?

Dear journal,

For the next week, I'm down and out financially. And while I might be a little less worldly than George Orwell, I am gaining a good mouthful of dirt. and well, I don't care.

Till next time,
Erin

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