dear blog.

this is painstakingly honest. i swear it.

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i listen to this song, and i am reminded of how dead fucking seriously involved i was with you. it was fucking almost obsessive and stupid. i am reminded of sitting in your room, the sun setting behind the windows, and our conversation about drugs.

'well, i have one drug i do no matter what, and you can't stop that'
or something to that effect.
'what's that'

'ecstacy'

and at this point, you could have said heroin and i'd still miss you.

i don't want to write about you anymore. i'm going to sleep.