The original title of this was mostly because of my teenage love for Jack's Mannequin's first album. And in a way, I guess I'd like to think my life really is a story for someone out there. I suppose it gives some meaning to all of the nothing.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
[Abriged.]
You knit me sweaters and baked me cookies. You broke my heart when I saw that you were sick, and mended it back up again when you wouldn't let go of my hand.
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I miss her, too. We should make plans to visit the ones we've got left this holiday. Roadtrip?
I'm in. Who do you wanna visit?
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