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i started prozac last week.

i want all the things i was never promised: holding hands on the swings and rocks against my window late at night. i want poems hidden in my socks and polaroids snuck when i'm not looking. for every night out to be a story worth telling, for only grey goose and fishscale, to have tantric sex that lasts for days. i want my friends to be more than ( Read more... )

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to be honest i don't really know why i keep this around. it's mainly just to see danielle's photos and read some people's writing and to keep updated on all of those people who i'm not a very good friend to. i'm going to have to start writing again soon, it makes me happy(er). i'm putting a prediction down for an ulcer before the semester is ( Read more... )

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don't blame you for not comin' back ( Read more... )