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[vinyl_sunshine]

My life has become a mush of heat and paper. I spent the weekend pulling little pieces of paper from a small pentagon glass jar. The paper told me what I had to do and I did it, for the most part. I've almost done the application, and the portfolio, I've written a letter and a half, I've messed with my blog and put it back together

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[liplock]

in dreams, i am always unable to scream. i am so scared of so many things. and not being able to scream.

one secret is enough, also. but once i started, i just kept going. it was like.. i don't know what it is like.

anyway karyn. i am forgetting to say a lot of things.
but i love you like whoa. yay, happiness.