"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Monday, December 6, 2010
I miss the people who love me almost unconditionally no matter how much I cry or fuck up or worry about things. I say almost unconditionally because there are things I can do to make them not love me, as I have done a couple of these things, mostly unintentionally. But yes, I do miss this.
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