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[back_road_emmy]

I'm just calling one last time not to change your mind, but just to say

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[_duffer]

emmy, i want you to write a book because i'd like to read a book written by emmy.

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[anonymous]

you know this entry is coming at an appropriate time. i bet you don't think i read this anymore but of course i still do -- the intricacies of intimate relationships are too hard to bear. i know i've been ridiculous for my whole life but it;s time now for me to hide away until important, significant, meaningful relationships find me - if they ever do. what are we, as human beings, to do with our days? i can't find a real answer to this. the closest thing is to help, help, help others; but why, in fact, are we doing this? i feel guilty about nearly everything i'm ever doing, as if simply living on earth entailed watching a series of mass murders without batting an eye. does anyone know what love is? or was it something created to convince humans to continue living, and specifically to not kill themselves? perhaps my skills and creativity could be used for something important - but what? everything is equally as self-righteous, arrogant, and meaningless as the days i spend laying in my bed, focusing on NOT doing anything. does it get