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there is something wrong with my sleep. my smile hurts. uncle buck's pizza is filled with lies and well, bad pizza. over-consumed chocolate milk in three days. floored by dresses and smiles and eyes and things of that sort that I was wondering if I'd ever feel again. im hungry for more than pizza and chips nowadays. my ego is stroked more than a well-loved dog, and i try my best to keep up like a fat fish in the current. a circle of friends has such a brilliant center that I'm happy to say is part of my life now, and the edges are slowly being filled out by amazing people who I'm sure will become friends in no time. apparently, I can stay - with that permission, I'm more than elated, and happy to do just that.