My eyes opened at 11:45 am. I'm 20 years old. I have been for a whole day. My iPhone is flashing 5 text messages. Our flight is about to leave. Love you. I still smelled of cigarettes from the night before, and my throat felt like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing up against each other every time I tried to form a word on Arteen's voice mail. I roll
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tell me if you're ever in a play in Paris, at the Chatelet or something !
And who knows, in a movie one day ?
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...but if this is truly the last comment i will leave on this god forsaken journal its this. if your ever in a play in Paris, dont tell me. i really couldnt care less. and if you're in a movie someday...only tell me if its a porn...so i can laugh. thanks for all the memories.
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please dont... i find you to be insightful, and incridibly pretentious
but all the same i like you journal and insist you keep it up.
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