this is the lonliest year of my life. every day is empty and buried in saddness like an emo kid.
jesus christ, what do you expect?
where are all the pretty girls who used to play music and dance like faries? that is all over now.
sorrow is a song to which i know all of the words,
what are you thinking about?
nothing, my darling. nothing at all.
Saturday
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