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It's funny how one picture, of someone you're over and content with never seeing again, can make you wanna' die. So, rather than die, I'm going to retract. I'm going back into the shell, my friends, so remember me as fondly as you can muster because I'm probably going to ignore your asses. Fear not, for I might return some day when I'm bored or just too desperately emo to function. I've given up on god. I've given up on love. If I wasn't so convinced that death would be so mind-fuckingly boring, I'd give up on life. Check back periodically, I may update this thing. Try to call and I might feel like picking up, but don't count on it. I fear my AIM will be deactivated because of disuse, but I really don't mind at this point. Feel good that you're escaping the burden that is Jeff, and be certain that I shall never again darken your doorstep with my emo-ness. I'm not coming back until I'm too dead inside to give a fuck.
It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends - Bright Eyes
Click to viewAuf Wiedersehen, adiós, au revoir, vaarwell, arrivederci, adeus, goodbye.