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i still eat grapes for dinner

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Saturday, January 16, 2010 Photobucket
a post of contradictions.

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i don't know what to say or do anymore- i don't know why are things so wrong and right at the same time.

it feels so empty, but i'm satisfied; i'm stressed, but grateful.
it's like one part of me contradicts another part of me, entirely.
i feel like i'm made out of acronyms.




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i'm blank, and staring at the smexy varnish on my thumb thinking about if i should remove it or let teacher lizzie scrape it off for me.


i'm happy.
but in the saddest way.