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I can't believe I fucked Chris Pratt x x x.
I keep things in my notebook so that I remember them, so that I don't forget. I remember Luvlee. I remember Luvlee, and I remember girls like her. I remember the girls who lied to me.
I thought that it was different here, but now, I don't remember why I thought that.
I can't believe I fucked Chris Pratt x x x.
That girl, the other day, the one who's name was strange, she told me that Helen's name isn't really Helen. She told me that Helen lied. I haven't seen Helen since that, but I didn't know that she'd lie to me. I thought I could trust her, like I couldn't trust Luvlee. I don't really remember how that turned out. I'm too angry to go and look for fireflies. I'm too angry to go play hockey on the roof. I tear out the page that Luvlee wrote, and I let it drop to the floor, and then I keep tearing, just ripping my notebook into pieces. Maybe it I tear it all into shreds, I'll be able to forget everything.
Except the fireflies. I'll remember the fireflies because I knew about them before, and I can't forget the things that I knew before, hockey stats and my sister's birthday and the fireflies. I was eighteen, and I forgot the future. I was eighteen, and my life ended, and now it all happens in my notebook, and maybe I can stop that.
I can't believe I...
I keep things in my notebook so that I remember them, so that I don't forget. I remember Luvlee. I remember Luvlee, and I remember girls like her. I remember the girls who lied to me.
I thought that it was different here, but now, I don't remember why I thought that.
I can't believe I fucked Chris Pratt x x x.
That girl, the other day, the one who's name was strange, she told me that Helen's name isn't really Helen. She told me that Helen lied. I haven't seen Helen since that, but I didn't know that she'd lie to me. I thought I could trust her, like I couldn't trust Luvlee. I don't really remember how that turned out. I'm too angry to go and look for fireflies. I'm too angry to go play hockey on the roof. I tear out the page that Luvlee wrote, and I let it drop to the floor, and then I keep tearing, just ripping my notebook into pieces. Maybe it I tear it all into shreds, I'll be able to forget everything.
Except the fireflies. I'll remember the fireflies because I knew about them before, and I can't forget the things that I knew before, hockey stats and my sister's birthday and the fireflies. I was eighteen, and I forgot the future. I was eighteen, and my life ended, and now it all happens in my notebook, and maybe I can stop that.
I can't believe I...