Is it bad that I keep forgetting what year it is? I'm at a point in my life where I'm not counting down years until a specific event. 18...21. Not trying to squeeze in another class to graduate a semester earlier than I hoped. Graduation days are long gone. If anything, I want to rewind. Take years back. Maybe start over. There's nothing to look
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Also, while I came to term many years ago with how vapid, handsome muscle-y sluts will always hold the most special places in gay hearts, as well as receive the largest word counts, in both the aural and typological realms (trust me, I'm pretty observant about this stuff after a lifetime of low wage data analysis) it would give my life's purpose a lot more meaning if you would hasten on the quitting smoking agenda.
I don't ever feel any of these thoughts anymore because helping other people matters and gives life meaning. If you keep that first in your heart, you will feel a lot better about the glass and about yourself. As long as there are Episolons serving me, it seems like almost criminal to spend a moment on any more of this kind of negativity unless it can be shown that some good comes out of it, n'est-ce pas? We are all so lucky.
Many happy returns, love, Jason
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