Eh--a bottle of wine, two SoCos on the rocks and a chug from a bottle of Skyy. By that point, solipsism is no longer a term, no longer a mild idea--it simply IS.
I regretted in the morning. But I do feel that you do at times--so even if it was written with myself furthest from the mind, my comment still stands for the times when the thought is.
I do love those fuckers. They drown me at times. Although a lot of the time, as shown above, they are completely unnecessary (although couldn't you argue those two comas that just passed acted as parentheses--oops, here they are again).
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I regretted in the morning. But I do feel that you do at times--so even if it was written with myself furthest from the mind, my comment still stands for the times when the thought is.
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Eh, they say there's a fine line between love and hate- projecting, maybe?
It's a bit disheartening to think that you think that I hate you..
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