ectomorphing endomorphs burn paper for warmth in asylum beds while wondering where their mothers are no one to help you now the white walls scream not like there ever was
2.08.2005
the sun comes out
and damn do i wallow in these cynical days. i talked to my dad this morning- i'm not at school because i'm f-ing sick, i'm coughing and dizzy, generally out of it- and his response to my depression was "it seems to me that there are a lot of boys out there"- and i kinda stopped for a second. For all the people close to me, most of my dating is fleeting. and expectedly so. makes sense.
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