I am going crazy. I am going nuts. I can't stop listening to Interpol. I can't stop regretting things from a million years ago. Someone stop me. I wrote three letters, three ex-boyfriends. Three letters to them. I am so crazy that I actually sent one. I sent it via facebook, so I doubt he'll ever get it. I am retarded. I want to send it again via
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