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Im standing guard next to the cash register at metro, calmly (for the first time in awhile) reading invisible monsters.
And, as always, some asshole has to come and sit right where im reading to have his one cup of stale coffee for one measley dollar, 36 cents towards my platinum college education, ruining my one. private. moment.
But i never write far past the first couple of lines anyway. Who listens that long?
Im writing this from an iphone. Its outstanding. Stop talking to me while im using it!
Last night i had a dream that every friend i cherished in high school hated me and shunned me because im too much of a waste.
Oh, college.
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