I'm closing this journal. distracting, and all it distracts me with is people talking about things I no longer give much of a shit about. Boys, theatre, daily lives and all that crap are fine and I think about mine just as much, but there are so many other things that we completely forget about while worrying over useless crap like that. It's just not important any more for me to know when I don't know so many other things. Things are hard enough.
I leave with a resounding and extremely not-personal 'fuck you'.
I leave with a resounding and extremely not-personal 'fuck you'.
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