| "[I] think about all the perfectly scribed love letters and drunken e-mails I have written over the past twelve years, and about all the various women who received them. I think about how I told them they changed the way I thought about the universe, and that they made every other woman on earth unattractive, and that I would love them unconditionally even if we were never together. I hate that those letters still exist. But I don't hate them because what I said was false; I hate them because what I said was completely true. My convictions could not have been stronger when I wrote those words, and--for whatever reason--they still faded into nothingness." |
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| man oh man. spring break 2006. who knew you didn't have to go anywhere but SST to have a wild and crazy time? |
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| "Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved"
I need to get out of here. I need to start over. |
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vacation's over. time for the all-nighter to begin. that's travis on the right, in case you're wondering. he's our friend.
bibamus, moriendum est. |
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| well, we all knew it was coming. |
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