Hemingway said “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. ” And I thought, I can do that. So here I am, bleeding.
Last night I had the weirdest dream. I dreamed of her (Oh, you know her. She’s the one you always catch yourself thinking of). In my dream my shallow infatuation was stronger than the one I actually
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