anybody still alive out there?

[This is just here to fuck with your mind. Try again.]

happy birthday michelle, i love you more than michael does or ever will!

ps: i feel an override coming on and i'm trying to fight it.

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that really makes me want to come back.

( [yep.] )

[ due to personal issues, this journal is on hiatus. ]

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