i bite my thumb at you.

you know when life turns to shit and theres that 1 person you can call and that 1 person makes everything better.

i love whitney meshay.

bye old phase
hello apprehensiveness to new phase

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i just wrote out the most angry mean post i have ever thought up. then i realized nothing matters that much anymore.

and to be a carbon copy of you my dear. ill leave my last post with a "its time to change"

and i am adding a goodbye.

to be completely honest, flowers dont smell that great anyway.

why stop?

answer: is there always an answer?

answer that.

to you : im so sorry.

i finally can't run anway anymore. i really dont know how to take that.

and tonight for the first time in a very long time was nice.

and as for you, funny how you talk about friends leaving you. have fun with whatever the fuck your doing.

i cant believe the fucking sun dared to arise already.

and im done

that foucoult debate was fun

the bio-p debate was useless

hurrah for plane and home and party and brett and stass and people and sleep and laundry AND ARIZONA!

all in tomorrows day