Last year.
Oh my.
What a year.
I found love, or so I thought, anger, betrayal, a friend.
I'm still thinking about it, maybe I'm hung up on the past, considering my future is three and a half years away.
And we've done so much scheming,
thinking,
planning,
when really,
we both want unexpectancy.
Latin America.
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Last year? Where did you find love last year?
Notice: I thought I loved you last year.
Well didn't we all? I knew that, I was just making sure. It's weird how all three of you took your turn loving me. I kind of just noticed that.
As of this point, only 3 years to go.
oh yeah, and dear ian:
fuck you
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