fuck.
there are a mere nine days until my twenty-first birthday. nothing matters between that and fifty, really, so tHat means twenty nine years worth of partying in one night. done. good. it took far too long to type that. the great gatsby. i wish f. scott fitzgerald was still alive, i'd have a lot to ask and say to him. plenty. twenty-nine years worth of comments and questions. good.
i really like the word ambivalence. i'm hardly ever ambivalent, is that a bad thing
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