Friday, April 15, 2011
reminders
I hate the fact that you can suddenly pop into my mind through a scene of a film, a store in the city, and certain songs - obviously, and then consume me for the entire duration of the day. I'm supposed to be over you, and you're not meant to matter to me anymore. I had high ambitions.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
untitled
Whenever something funny happens, I want to text you. Then I remember you don't care anymore.
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