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FUCK YOU.

Damn. That felt good.

I feel fucking betrayed.

And for the most ridiculous reason ever, too.

You don't deserve this....and neither do I.

Turns out that things are a hell of a lot easier to deal with when you don't act completely fucking passive aggressive.

Who knew?

Anyway, yo, I'm 21. And I'm also good. So hey!

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Update: Sarah Turner is my hero. I'm starting to think that maybe I'm not going to explode... yet. Or fully. Partial explosion, maybe? We'll see.

More on that later. Right now: SLEEP.

Okay, so let's be honest. Very honest. Terrifically, fantastically, over-the-hills-and-through-the-snow-straight-to-the-moon-you-get-it-yet? honest:

I can't remember the last time I was this fucking terrified.London is ... tomorrow, and dear God, I am so frightened. I know that this is going to be super, and I know that I'm going to love this ( Read more... )

This seems a sudden retrogression, what with this music, and this incense, and this livejournal, my fingers tap-tap-tapping away my sullen thoughts into cyberspace ( Read more... )