9*22*04 meh.
1. oh god, she makes me sick. 2. sick, sick, sick, sick, sick 3. only fat below the belt [how does that work?]. 4. this is growing up. 5. i don't feel for you anymore. 6. in fact, i don't feel much for many people anymore. 7. there's a few, sure, but not many, and i'd like to believe that they know who they are. 8. today i'm unhappy. 9. nothing seems to fix it.
regress /progress
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