how come i can blow up 20 balloon without any of them exploding, and the one heart balloon i blow up, explodes after three huffs.
omen? i think so. clearly love hates me and i aint gunna find love. gah here i go being all pessimistic and down and what not. but WHATEVER. I dont need love. oh but i do, i need it bad.
bang and it could all go away. just like that balloon, clearly it had enough and boom, its remains were scattered in the living room. so i’m back with a counsellor at school, but only when i need it. so likely monday i’ll go make an appointment…
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