"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Some stuff about wanting to be close to people. Some other stuff about how I was supposed to forget and not think about it and didn't. Things change and happen and everything is still the same. I need to stop thinking about [person]. It's too long, expiration date, I'm done.
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