Bye.

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Eight years.

I have real friends.

People are such assholes.
Including myself.

I hate who you've become.

I have never been so miserable before.

I love Tomasz, Alex, and Santa Barbara.

"You're lovely to watch, and I love your determination."

For all of those who doubted my jazz skills - myself included - look at what was said to me by Jerry Evans. The Jerry Evans.

Skeet skeet, mothafucka.

I have been trying to put pictures up forever, and I've just realized what I have been doing wrong, but now the pictures I wanted to put up aren't really as important to me as they were.

I'm going to do a brief timeline of events that have occurred to me that I wish to share with you:

( Um, yeah. )

Happy Birthday.


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