Every tick of the clock feels like a beat of my heart.
I feel the life slowly being sucked out of me as I sit here in purgatory and wait for the inevitable.
Things have been...insane...lately. For lack of a better word.
Girls, just remember you can't fix broken men. Don't try.
They eventually try to break you, too.
I'm signed up for next semester's classes.
I can make it four more months, right? Right.
It won't be so terrible.
Four months, and the first year is over.
Maybe I'll come to love it... and I'll want to stay.
For now, I'm praying that the end of year one is the end of....this.
I can't wait to escape.
It will be so sweet... to run away... with my dreams slung over my shoulder.
Maybe I'll head for Chicago. Maybe...
current projects-
And then a super secret trade~ (have their half)
With love,
Indiana


















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Endurance Fidelity Intelligence
~SiberianHuskyClub
I added you on my new livejournal.
HOPE YOU DON'T MINDDD.
Ehehe.
My old one was like
super .... old.
Ew.
ILU!
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another stupid saturday the conversation starts to slur
OLD JOURNALS, NEW ONES.
OLD AIM SCREEN NAMES, NEW ONES.
Just.... stay classy, San Diego.<3
That's how dinosaurs say hello. :>
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