i'm afraid that i will end up miserable in life because i'm so goddamn unsure of myself that i'll just choose to do what makes logical sense instead of what i know will really make me happy.
this insecurity thing really sucks. i wish i knew how to overcome it.
hollis, i think you are beyond swell, and i feel so special to have you as a friend, even though we never see each other anymore. you are my zine kid extraordinnaire and i wish you wouldnt be so hard on yourself because you are, in fact, quite god-like.
i love you like random reruns of ninja turtles and sonic the hedgehog.
i once walked down to the river, to stare and the undercurrents and guess if i could swim across. i never did, and im glad i didnt, i hate the cold and im slightly hydrophobic.. im a hydrosissy, what can i say? but still.. whenever i go back to my hometown.. i like to walk across the tiny bridge, and look down at the green water and wonder about what hidden treasure might be swirling around underneath.
all of the above, my dear: a story: i gave a man a cigarette. he told me i looked exactly like the only girl he was ever in love with. then he gave me a package of kleenex. a secret: sometimes i wish i could just punch people in the face. a confession: it's been revoltingly long since i last washed my hair. a fear: i started a new sketchbook and i worry that it will be lame. a love: when people tell me they got the mail i sent, and they like it. what i really think of you: YOU ALREADY KNOW.
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this insecurity thing really sucks. i wish i knew how to overcome it.
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i love you like random reruns of ninja turtles and sonic the hedgehog.
i once walked down to the river, to stare and the undercurrents and guess if i could swim across. i never did, and im glad i didnt, i hate the cold and im slightly hydrophobic.. im a hydrosissy, what can i say? but still.. whenever i go back to my hometown.. i like to walk across the tiny bridge, and look down at the green water and wonder about what hidden treasure might be swirling around underneath.
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a story: i gave a man a cigarette. he told me i looked exactly like the only girl he was ever in love with. then he gave me a package of kleenex.
a secret: sometimes i wish i could just punch people in the face.
a confession: it's been revoltingly long since i last washed my hair.
a fear: i started a new sketchbook and i worry that it will be lame.
a love: when people tell me they got the mail i sent, and they like it.
what i really think of you: YOU ALREADY KNOW.
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