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October 23, 2010
Marathon writing makes my mouth wide in big aaaahhhh kinda yawns. My fingers feel light but my wrists feel heavy -- yeah, the rest of me feels heavy, because well I'm tired of course of course. Who wouldn't be? It's 2:44 in the morning.

I miss bubblegum pink and dandelion yellow, so I think I'll break out the Crayolas and have myself a crayon party! Oh yeah, hardcore.

Once upon a time you told me what you thought about the world, and I didn't tell you, but I thought you were pretty stupid. The world isn't your creation, you know.