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I hate you.

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I don't feeeeeel, ANYTHING. It's not working, it's not happening.

And that puts all these dumb little ideas in my brain and honestly I think I'll tear all my inards out of my right ear.
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Alex Pardee posted this and it looks intriguing so I guess I'll read it and if I don't like it then I guess I'll do something else.

That's how life works, ain't it?

I think I'm done with writing letters. The remaining topics are too closely related, and, if it wasn't obvious, I really don't enjoy writing them anymore. That said, I guess I'll just... write. I kind of want to do what I did with an old blog; not being so damn open. But, I'm not going to do that tonight. Bye.

Day 26
Dear Last Person That I Did, Infact, Kiss,
Hi. fmsjdnfjkfnd. I suck at letters lately. We have a good thing. Yeah. You're a cool person, I'm glad I know you. I sometimes kinda wish we talked more. Not that we don't talk a lot. We talk all the time, every day. I don't know, I'm kind of thinking quality, not quantity. But, I'm not complaining. It's my fault anyway, I'm not open. Mind you, we have way better conversations than I have with tons of people. So, yeah. :) Cool, jfksndkjnfjke,. Letters suck.

Today I went to the beach. I didn't put sunscreen on my back, so now it's burnt. I had a really fun time though. :} Must go back soooon.

Also, I hung out with Rachel today. :D

Bye.

MAKE UP YOUR MIND

Also, you're not original, unique or attractive and you don't stand out in a crowd. You're far too full of yourself, and quite frankly, most people don't actually like you. I hope your own life suffocates you. So crawl back into the 6 foot ditch you dug, and I'll top the dirt off to keep you down. Free of charge, you're welcome :)

Ohboy, me again.
I'm in my kitchen making sandwiches (that's right), and waiting for the bread to thaw, so I figured I'd do the next day too.
Someone I wish to give a second chance to:
Dear You,
I'm gonna paste you up, cover you in wallpaper, screw shelves into you and call you a wall. Not actually.
I don't know. I know I've given you more than two chances. And the chances will just keep on comin'. This is what we call unconditional love.
That is all.

Also, my puppy is frolicking around the house right now.
Also, I'm having a picnic tomorrow with some friends. I'm excited :3 I'm preparing only the best of sandwiches, fully loaded with love.
Cute, isn't it?

I like summer. Bye now.

Day lost count.
Guess what, world? I judge EVERYONE by their first impressions. I'm not writing a letter for that.

I don't know what I'm doing. I haven't been thinking as much. I think I'm brain dead. Coooooooool. Hopefully I'll post something soon.

If I had it my way, I'd slit your throat with the knife that you left in my back.
You do this every fucking time. If you do this one more time, I'll bite your fucking fingers off.
Put that gun to your head. You're a fucking disgrace. Seconds from the end, what's it gonna be? Pull the trigger bitch. x__x

fjkfnwekjnfkjw I feel sick. ):