you can't take back the bad things you've done
but apparently if you're really sorry about them it heals itself.
which is awesome.
except now it hurts a little bit but it's numb.
i miss camilla, why is she in london.
i need her to come to town with me tomorrow.
i miss lily, i haven't seen her since thursday and i haven't spoken to her since sunday.
uh oh the paranoia's back
hush little thoughts! hush!
'evrale dostat chernil i plakat,
Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd,
Poka grohochushaya slyakot
Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit.'
(in English)
February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.
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