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Sunday, January 09, 2005

Afraid someone's gonna steal your ideas and sell 'em to Hollywood, huh?

Snow. Sleep.

Spectacular.

There's nothing here to keep me.

I've been so volatile and sensitive lately, and I know it's no good. I guess I'm in a place where I just need someone to be kind to me. Someone to stay close. I don't need my faults laid out on the table, even if a good deal of humor is implied in the tone; I already know them better than you'd think. So please, if you're planning on calling me a(n) [insult of choice], I ask you to refrain from doing so until I've got my feet back on the ground.

Until then, I'll be perfectly satisfied with a hug, and maybe a kiss on the eyelid.

I got my grades a couple days ago.
Geography: A-
Spinich: A
Myst and Reams: B+

You wish you went to my school. So do I.


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