March 2012
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February 2012
22 posts
I have come to this conclusion:
That I’m not entirely satisfied with my existence. How did it come to this? I’m not so sure. But I hardly get excited for anything, but when I do, it’s always for the same thing: him. I get excited when I let him into our apartment because we only have one set of keys, I get excited when I get to lie next to him in bed. But other than that, I’ve lost all feelings for...
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