i have come to the horrid realization that if i ever see him again i will want to pour battery acid on his teeth every time he smiles. well, i deserved it. this was his night of redemption. my night to lie torn between ethos, pathos, and logos. my body torn one way, my mind torn another. by itself
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I got too tired so I didn't call you back. It requires a lot of energy to do anything besides type, play piano, or get on the computer. Even those things are hard.
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no worries.
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