I felt really pretty, and confident, and I wanted to get on the train, and have some really good looking boy just fall in love with me. Really, I didn't want him to fall in love with me, but you know, to just be stricken.. But when I tried to picture him, what I'd want him to look like, he was you.
So. That was strange.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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