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.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Listening to the Revolver album put me in a weird mood. Luckily I have my bag chocolate beside my bed.
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