2011.
I don't know, I'm mad at every single word I know, everything seems wholly inadequate, not the auspicious start I hoped for. I've already cried twice.
I improvised cookies and they aren't very good. Everything a goddamn metaphor.
Now I'm making soup.
My resolution is to peel myself away from myself; the self that remains, I'm confident, will do a much better job with everything.
Let's talk tomorrow. Today is just too filled with today.
I improvised cookies and they aren't very good. Everything a goddamn metaphor.
Now I'm making soup.
My resolution is to peel myself away from myself; the self that remains, I'm confident, will do a much better job with everything.
Let's talk tomorrow. Today is just too filled with today.
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