Tomorrow's Yesterday

And the true curse of this addiction is that I may never leave

The End

Well, this is goodbye. I would feel bad if I just left without notice, so I’m making this post. I really have nothing to say other than I hope you all have wonderful lives, and I guess I’ll see you when I’ll see you.

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But at the same time I miss where I was

And I’ll gladly give up all the things in the world for a moment to myself

I… I… don’t understand…

I’m pretty sure for the past several thousand years

boys and girls have always crushed on each other and been deathly afraid of each other.

Oh dear Pan and all the other Gods of this place, grant that I may be beautiful inside. Let all my external possessions be in friendly harmony with what is within. May I consider the wise man rich. As for gold, let me have as much as a moderate man could bear and carry with him.

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Plato

Awkward existence is oh so very awkward

We were all in love and we all got hurt