... i hate my tendency to go completely off the deep end just when everything is looking up...
damn it all.
i have a perverse feeling that all my friends are ready to fall apart at the seams. the only thing keeping them together is a patch-job with electric tape, making sure no one else knows about their problems/bad habits, or they refuse to acknowledge anything due to sheer egotism.
i hate the fates.
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