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the boy i like is in love with having a crush. me too. unfortunately this probably does not make us super compatible.
the boy who likes me is always waiting for me. i bought him bukowksi's latest on a whim. i hate his inactivity. read, write, PLANT A TREE i don't care. do something then call me.
the boy, that boy, we don't speak of him here anymore. it hurts to be honest with yourself but i never wanted your hands on me anyway, not if people were going to know about it.
the boy i call my best friend is oceans away in tokyo, smoking herbs (not weed, herbs) with japanese girls who just want to fall in love. i smile when i think of him. je suis encore sa muse.
thanksgiving as an only child. hm.
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