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i just wanted you.
i meant to nap and actually clean my room, but meaning to and doing are the last things i will ever compare so whatever. i'm running out of cigarettes, money, a will to live, etc.. second semester starts tomorrow. i can't afford books, so good luck to me. i feel like i owe the library money. ohhh debt. i feel like no one is home so i am singing out loud. i wrote "i feel like" two sentences in a row. when does the sky open above me revealing ezra koenig in a wedding gown, begging for my hand? when does this occur? i'm positive it must. there is jam everywhere. to the windows, to the walls. mushed into the carpet. on my laptop. how can i ignore mess so well? in a fit of extreme enthusiasm one day i bought like five books by philip roth after reading that goodbye, columbus was good. i still haven't finished that book, but it is good. whatever i read didn't lie. it was probably ali macgraw's autobiography. i want to revert to my drug addled teenage years and read go ask alice. i wish i could lay in a bed in a handsome man's apartment and read forever. and with that i will leave you.
7:06 pm - January 10, 2010
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