My negativity and anger is easily smothered by new people. Magical radiohead-girls, and awkward nerd-boys.
New people are exciting.
My hopes aren't up.
My hopes aren't up.
My hopes aren't up.
7 minutes until the bus comes.
I miss Fuzzy, so much. I miss him to the end of the earth and back. Maybe I ought to arrange another trip out west. I love that boy.
This is us last February. by the pacific.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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