5, 4, 3, 2, 1

May 02, 2007 22:03

I hate the fact that every song I hear is about love. Lost, found, tangled up in it, hopefull for it, wanting it, needing it, hating it, avoiding it, etc.

I wonder if I would still like Nat if he came back. Whenever I think of that period (a.k.a. end of freshman year through sophomore year), it always makes me feel like so much time has passed.
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