this year's cut me off mid-sentence and run off with the punchline, like a sibling who leaves your bedroom door open. what a bumpy ride. I can barely recall who I've been.
here's to the neverendingness of should have beens - like Morrissey should have been a Marxist, Wilde should have remained uncensored and I should have bought a darker dress.
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