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I was writing before about how I don't know how/what to write. Things I wish were different. To see Brandon more, to go to Disney, to hang out with more people one-on-one, to recieve hugs, get a job, buy my close friends suiting gifts, have a picnic, get into college, and know what I'm thinking. How I am sad, but I enjoy many things. Marvelous things. CocoRosie, boys who liked Sailor Moon when they were younger, burnt orange, sleeping, a green skirt, pizza, reading, the idea of certain people, Edgar Allen Poe, cold weather, Pee Wee Herman, and healthy eating. It's sad to summarize. I liked writing about all these things, but now I feel defeated, slightly. I feel okay, really, just a bit tired.
I don't generally like the Orlando art kids, but I didn't intend to talk about that.
I wanted to say my hair is golden.
I don't generally like the Orlando art kids, but I didn't intend to talk about that.
I wanted to say my hair is golden.