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my secret writing blog is so lovely
Just took some more cough syrup for my irritating gene hackman cough. I’m going to forget about everything from the last two weeks or so and just go lay in bed.
But you do have beautiful hands,
Madre straightened me out today. So goodbye casual exclusive, you weren’t treating me right anyhow.
I don’t care if it’s you.
I don’t care that you’re going to reject me.
I don’t care if you never speak to me again, in fact, it’ll probably make things easier for me.
Tonight I’m just going to get really drunk and tell you how I feel.
Emily: She commented on it and I was like … shut the hell up! You don’t even know what it means!
Yes my dear, you have the unfortunate advantage of being in my heart, so much so in my life that you know the double meaning of all my words.
