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sometimes
sometimes you just have to sit in your room and listen to dashboard confessional and drink some ovaltine and eat some toaster strudel (sp?) and think about how your life isn't in the exact place you want it to be, or even anywhere near it, and how you can't do anything write with girls, or your friends, or, sometimes, yourself... but mostly girls, and just sit and listen and scream/sing along and hear that somewhere in there is this thing that's nearly impossible to see but it puts a warm, fuzzy, pinkish/orangeish feeling in the very center of your body. sometimes, you just have to do that.
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