i am a fool.
how ridiculous that anyone would want to hang out with me. i show no interest in anything and i watch too much. waiting waiting waiting to see the inevitable betrayal. it does always happen because your thoughts do reality. it's almost eleven twenty, and i have done nothing but cry and watch a movie about crazy people and feel like i am shit and reading his words and knowing how much he understood and remembering how he tried. he just couldn't fill up my hole of need. the usual.
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