well? life is stressful. and I am worried.
"we're dangerous together"-mom
also, convinced I have ADD. can't wait to lay in bed and do nothing for a few weeks.
faraday was a bastard.
a resounding "ugh!
... thoughts of you are all that get me through. isn't that pathetic? that my entire mood can be altered by a thought of or a single word from or about you? anything. it makes me smile.
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maybe one day, the words of others wont control whether or not we find the will to live, much less get out of bed before noon.
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