Wednesday, October 16th, 2002 | 21:06
Killed before I reached Bombay.

Spring forwards.
I find myself forgetting how to do the simplest things. How to drive, how to shave, how to form sentences at even an eighth-grade level.
I'm nervous when it's easy. -Third Eye Blind (1000 Julys)
The funny feeling in my stomach and the completely separate hunger.

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