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went to a beautiful jazz club with my beautiful friend. they still hold my relationship idolatry. thanksgiving ill spend alone, no sorority savior in sight. this year she filled out a lechery absentee ballot. that god-awful feeling of sleeping alone matched only by that god-awful feeling of wishing them the fuck out your bed.
there is belen, whom i wish i could talk to more. i believe my so-called-art attached to my walls may have piqued something in her. i have exercised the possibility she will not further allow my friendship.