scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*


13.3.07
and don't come back for five to seven days
is not as funny as it sounds. Or not in the same way, maybe. Or not any more.

Dear Self,

There's nothing you can do about it anyway, one way or the other. it is, somehow, done. it is out of your hands. worrying about it will not accomplish anything. right? so let's chill the fuck out and think about something else. let it go.

Dear Self,

Bitch, you know how i hate being told to hurry up and wait.

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