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i can name all 50 states, 48 get in the way.

i had my first cry this year. for no particular reason, just because i fucking felt like it.

maybe my life has become to monotonous. i dearly lack substance. heart and soul.
with my pretty little routine in tact, even sleeping is boring. or not sleeping. either way, it's not tickling any fancy of mine.

i'm not begging anymore.
because i don't feel the need.
because i don't want to.

i'm going to grow up some day. i don't need anyone else to believe. but now, i just don't fucking feel like it.

i can't wait until only states separate us, instead of oceans. and yes, boy, i'm talking about you.

9:16 p.m. - 2006-01-10

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