nihil obstat

29 January 2003 - 17:09

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her: my journal says...should i tell you? my journal says...21 January 2003 I am fucking insane. i can't tell you the rest.

another song, another drink.

her: i'll tell you, maybe i should tell you. my journal says: 21 January 2003 I am fucking insane. ____ _____ is sleeping on my couch, and I am in love with him.

him: nothing breaks, nothing ever breaks. if you understand that, i will follow you anywhere.

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