Sunday, February 24th, 2002 | 18:49
reality day trips

It's two months from Christmas in the wrong direction.
Trust me, I'm so fucking stupid. And I'll tell you that I don't care, but I'll write everywhere that I do.
Once in my life, I'd like to come first. I would love for things to be about me again.
I could always regress to the womb of someone who gave a damn.
Today, on a receipt for something I shouldn't have bought, I wrote, "Smile, and the world laughs at you." The point is that you shouldn't care.
Why start now.
I've never made a mistake in my life'

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