September 2011
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I can be a real douchebag sometimes, whoops
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Sometimes I wake up In the early mornin’ And I’m singin’ “Baby, I can’t figure it out, Your kisses taste like whiskey.”
Wisps of the mornin’ light Streaming in Dancing on your face
I don’t know What it feels like To never wake up Next to you
To never smell The whiskey on your breath Again, You laugh “Well, baby, You have great morning...
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“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via youngfolksociety)
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Honey pie sugar bunch
The day you left
I decided to drink myself to death
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23 units
two jobs - one that commutes to sf, one here in lovely san jose
studying for lsat
thinking about fellowships/research
applying for internships
school extracurriculars: senate, copy editor
giving myself time for spirituality, meditating, all that touchy feely stuff (in lieu of getting a therapist)
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