Sep 12, 2005 10:10
All this preparation. All these classes, the books I've read, the insipid scribblings that fill the pages of my goddawful journals. They don't mean shit. It doesn't mean anything when it all comes down to where I'm going (or not going, really). I'm not going anywhere.
I don't know where to go.
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meeee!
Love.
and whatnot.
It's not for nothing.
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