I'm tired of acting out old clichés. I've got a certain set down to an artform.
I've been doing all that stupid shit you do with your mind when you're fourteen, and six years on, I should have gotten over myself by now.
I could write out a list of wants, but that would be a pretty futile and pointless exercise.
Saturday, 12 April 2008
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