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and also:
I never feel like myself anymore. It would be a disappointment if I had been fond of me in the first place. Fortunately, this is not the case. It's still weird though, and I dislike the abnormality of it, and I'm afraid people who used to love me won't be able to anymore, because it's not the same.
also^2:
I wish I could wear paper bags instead of clothing (like the paper bag princess.)
on another note entirely, i have composed a haiku.
oh my twenty week:
twenty week hell consumes me.
now, enough of this.
EDIT another ps.
this is the 2nd xmas without and sometimes i miss my jameson so bad it hurts.
and i cant call enough or write enough to make it feel better. and its stupid that hes not within biking distance anymore.
its the kind of hurt that i can feel in my fingers. i wonder if anyone else has that. well probably not.