January 2012
December 2011
I hate that I don't make any sense.
So no one is understanding what I meannnn. I finished that conversation stoopid, I’m talking about something else. I hate texting, this is why I didn’t want to have that conversation via text, I wanted it to be face to face.
Whatever.
I’m too tired to care. Or to keep trying to type.
Listening to you eat chocolate isn't helping me...
Gross
“In the end
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you...”
– Siddhārtha Gautama
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