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Have I no self control? Have I no shame?
Love,
Sparkle | | |
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Mayday, mayday, I sense this ship is soon to sink. I kiss and tell. I sink ships.
I need fun. I need free. I need love that I can return.
Love,
Sparkle
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So, I just fell out of my desk chair, and my roommate watched me. All I can think is "Wow, she has the coolest roommate ever." And I love that.
I have my last final tomorrow, then freedom, freedom, freedom. I can taste it, and it is beautiful.
There's this fellow that likes me quite a lot, I fear. We're having lunch tomorrow. If anyone asks, it's casual.
Love, love, love, love, love,
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| I don't want to go to the party tomorrow night (tonight?). I don't want to feel alone. I crave to meet new people, but how will a party help that? I will be just another face to add to that list of familiarities. And I hate my stupid name, it takes too long to explain "it's like Mary Kate, it's two words but all my first name". So do I go, and endure discomfort because I am nothing significant? Or do I stay, and endure discontent because I am missing something?
I wish that I had bigger fucking things to think about than this loneliness.
Love,
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I sat on my friend's futon last night, not saying anything, eating pretzels and nutella (shame, shame), and my heart was beating so incredibly fast that suddenly I just had to say--"I need to have an original moment, I am going outside, you should come if you want." So we did, and I felt free for ten seconds while I did something that has never been done before.
But then I walked back to my room and climbed into my bed, and everything went back to the way it was before.
I think that I have a terrible case of the reds. I hope it is gone by St. Louis. (I'm not even excited for St. Louis.) I'm excited for nothing but sleep.
Love,
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