hamburgers and television. funny to think of what roxy would be thinking of thatt.

inside jokes with yourself, you don't understand normal conversations but you catch the most random things into your head.

filter face.

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today i am in love with everybody.

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found a bookshop in the basement of the library the other day. bought _'till we have faces_ for fifty cents.

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drastic..... .. i think i must be in love with brently. this is so stupidly corny , but i have to admit this , if only in these small writings,,. since i (geeeeeeez this is dumb) for that first time looked at those eyes of his, i've had atleast what you must call a crush,, . .. that never has gone away. every time i think it has, i test it... try to prove to myself in some way,, but it ends up as just a slap in the face. and after this long of a crush,, or whatever, it hasn't disappeared, only (corn, corn , corn_) reappeared each moment, slapping my face harder . each time, the slap is more obvious. and now . if i think about him, ..... . .. . welll, it's all those old poet descriptions of love that have been hashed and rehashed and rerehashed until they don't mean a thing to those unafflicted,,,.

every time, every time i think of him

and admitting this only makes me want to cry and love him more.