"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

it's not even funny or okay how i'm feeling right now. i don't give a flying fuck that i'm having a pity party, let it be the biggest party of the year for all i care. it's not even about the guy anymore, it's about the fact that I THOUGHT THIS WAS DONE. OVER WITH. KAPUT. I do not want to discover that this is a whole new year of the same old shit. Are you really THAT caught up in your crap that you can't look around and notice other people? What? Are you allergic to nice? Is that it? I don't want to hear your crap or look at your face. I just want to scream at you

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