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push me away and i'll want to hold on. (hey, you're kind of good at this game.) color me a sucker for the robotically unemotional who are rather fond of the song 'need you around'. exboyfriends have new girlfriends. either lurking me or resembling me somewhere. and you (oh, you) using the same lines you used on me. get a new game. good thing i dodged that bullet. i just barely care. and even that not for long. stay out of my country, thanks. this is the last pair of contacts ruined for you. not the last ruined. just last for you. it's over. you're over. same shit, different girl? that's fine. i never want a part of it/ you again. i'd be better off if you stayed away from me. don't expect i'll forget that soon. in other news, there are blurred lines and i whir by so fast i spark the rumor mill. and it's caught fire, but i think it's a one-person mill so it doesn't matter too much. i have no guilt or secrets, my conscience is clear. tonight i'll shower and read a book and it will feel good. just as good as it felt when there was a keg in kat's bathtub and my bathroom was hotboxed and there were 40 people in our apartment and not one noise complaint and i took that one step forward that meant "here we go." and here we do go. the next month is production. i'll be even less of a person, even more tired. but this is the life i chose and i want to grow up to be jay martin, who made me terribly nervous in music video class. senses fail, jack's mannequin, thrice, plain white ts, eagles of death metal, wolfmother... i'll get there. i'm getting there. that's what this is all for. but there's room for the rest. i'll enjoy myself doing it. promise.