reading all of that disappoints me.

whatever.

i'm visiting arkansas soon.

where am i?
who are you?
whose hands are these?

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hey fuckers. i love you.

marshall

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sometimes it seems less harrowing; knowing that you'll never be a part of the shining smiles that accompany your friendships. you know that social standards don't apply to the depressed, and when you have ties that don't need mending (your people are there for you, they always were) you keep yourself medicated with it. but soon things like that ( Read more... )

it's all fun and games until your ex starts dating a girl.

marshall