BORED my words so hollow they float like a balloon inflated by my ego confused by all the shit i dont know sweaty hand reaches out through anxiety drenched fog
i miss you. london is not as great as i thought it would be. the mootich lady is taking me and cristine out for dinner tonight. i will be home tommorow in the evening. i'm not sure if i am going to stay in la though. i will call you from the airport. <3
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