There. I just poured my heart out onto three sides of loose-leaf.
And now I WILL initiate conversation. After all, I need to make plans to give you my letter. And you need to know about it before I chicken out and tear it everything I wrote into shreds.
Planning this fucking Toronto trip is so frustrating. What do I do with the 17 free hours I get to spend there, besides meander aimlessly? The fucking busses cost $2.75. What the FUCK
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