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I feel so fucking weird. Like... I know that the things that I'm doing, Randy's doing. And probably even worse. (I don't know if that would give him a sense of conviction.) But I can't help but wonder. I really can't. It's been such a while. Sometimes I wish I knew what was going on, and I'm tempted to do stupid shit like call or check his journal... Something in me stops me though. I kind of miss him every once in a while. Not the Randy everyone knows now, but the one who was mine back then. I guess its because it was so certain. So sure. Like a routine.
And Brandon... Oh well Brandon is a whole other story. I can't even go there. Wow.... thats a fucking sensitive subject. Lets not go there.
Alright so to recap....
INTERPOL FRIDAY.