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"You're really in love with him, aren't you?" My mother remarks as I'm driving and listening/singing along to Ryan Adams.

Just one more week and this will all be over with.

I could sleep for a million years and still wake up exhausted. Maybe it's time to stop sleeping at all.

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It's so nice to have a REAL intellectual and meaningful conversation for once.

Forced emotion like a faked orgasm.

I'm surprised I woke up this morning. I almost thought I wouldn't make it.

God somedays I just want to blow my fucking brains out. I mean, what the fuck?