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that deserved its own post. it's 4:59am. the new strokes album is strange. i love the new panic at the disco. i leave for bali (yeah again) on saturday. DRUGS. i won't be bringing home a boy from the uk this time. remember how that went last time? fast forward 6 months and i have a few extra stamps in my passport at the very least. i bought paints, i'm painting again. i'm also reading a lot. i'm not studying (god I fucking suck at that). might be in love, not sure yet because feeling something is sometimes easily forgotten. how do you know? i'm waiting to wake up with some kind of relevation, but that only really happens in movies and love songs. there's no hurry. it's not just you, i need this too. oh, and i'm taking my fucking song back and giving it to him because he deserves it. we'll speak again later lj when i'm sane and sober again