"my love be patient until the ant hill is analyzed one last time"
what the fuck does that even mean? yes, thank you subconscience. no wonder i'm fucking crazy.
also, i got this cool leatherbound small journal. and i'm keeping all my thoughts about her in it. it's neat. and when it's full, i'm totally gonna burn the shit out've it and no one'll ever read it. not even me... after it's been written. so you know what that means - grammatical and spelling errors abound. fuck you word processors!
but seriously, subconscience, throw me a bone, can you see into the future? how fucked am i on a scale of 1 - 13,000?
i'm really more depressed than i'm letting on.
why can't i be honest with myself for once?
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