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NoBoDY READS MY JoURNAL ANYMoRE.
I've decided I can't stand people who show any kind of affection to anyone else ever.
How's that for rebellion?
Last night I asked Claude to marry me.
I don't like snow anymore. I want the springtime.
I want the smell of daffodils and the springtime perfumes of all the girls in school.
It's cold but it's been a while since its been illuminated blue.
I miss travel. I miss Brazil. I miss Vagner. I miss Minneapolis. I miss unconditional friendship.
Perhaps it never existed in the first place.
and no one will comment.
and no one will reassure me.
and no one will miss me if I disappear.
I've decided I can't stand people who show any kind of affection to anyone else ever.
How's that for rebellion?
Last night I asked Claude to marry me.
I don't like snow anymore. I want the springtime.
I want the smell of daffodils and the springtime perfumes of all the girls in school.
It's cold but it's been a while since its been illuminated blue.
I miss travel. I miss Brazil. I miss Vagner. I miss Minneapolis. I miss unconditional friendship.
Perhaps it never existed in the first place.
and no one will comment.
and no one will reassure me.
and no one will miss me if I disappear.