Wednesday, September 7, 2011

It's hard to convince yourself to do Jillian when you specifically feel like lying on the floor, magically drunk, and crying because you can't write, aren't writing, feel unattractive compared to the skinny girl at the gym who hairsprayed her poof in place before running, and miss people that don't want to see you as much as you want to see them, but you can't really tell them that, now can you?

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