again.

Dear non-existant internet that I write to regularly,
I don't know what the hell i'm doing. And I hate the fucking holiday season.
love,
your sick friend.

end

And in the end
you were loved for who you are.
not the shell you lived in.

if

A woman came into Max's the other day that looked like my aunt. It made me sad. Then the next day a different lady came in that reminded me of my other aunt.
I wonder a lot what it would be like to live in a town or even the same area where your family lives.
Weird.

stupid.

stupid.
stupid.
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