Somewhere in the back of my head, I can hear my bones crackling like a cheery fire. I know I'm imagining it, but the dream is so vivid I know it has to be real. I suppose this means that they win.
I'll have to have therapy after this.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
4.22
The pace of his adaptive technologies are killing me. He said that things would be easier, after, but they're not. I'm going to ask him about it.
He said he can't play favorites.
How many girls has he slept with?
He said he can't play favorites.
How many girls has he slept with?
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