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MYSELF
i enjoy writing/telling/reading/listening to stories, simple touching, eccentric minds, everything la dispute/brand new, painting histories, memorizing boy's geographies, drinking coffee, making music, sleeping, "tell me something"s, latenight car rides, burning candles, fashion, serial killers, cuddling, and everything simple and wonderful and pretty.
I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad.