"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Thursday, April 14, 2011
So it's like I sit around thinking, "Who the fuck do I want to talk to?" and I realize that this longing in me is for people that no longer exist the way that I want them to and thus it is pointless.
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