this is where we talk:
at the end of the day, what i say won't matter to you. you'll formulate your own opinions and ideas. all i can do is share my story and hope that you see things my way. if not, shit goes on. these are my words. this is where we talk.

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→ Nov 2011
the rain:

I don’t really know what it is about today - maybe it’s the rain - but I just want to crawl into a ball and sleep the day away. Since I woke up this morning, nothing has really been wrong, but nothing has seemed right. I think that I’m just being temperamental or something. Maybe it’s my man time-of-the-month. Maybe there’s just a bunch of stuff on my mind… Whatever the case, something is off. Today just feels different.

When I get home, I think I’ll write a few letters or something. I have a lot of emotions inside of me and this is the perfect time to get them all out. Swag.

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