Plants not sins up in a park, but if Jesus can't love some I've no doubt,
If he won't then I promise them I will.
I don't like the term "political correctness", its not politics, only being a decent human being.
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Post Script: Live Through Thus
I'm writing a term paper, I'm almost up to page 18, ~5300 words. I probably have about two dozen windows and tabs open and its very claustrophobic in a digital way. I haven't painted in over a week, I haven't seen my girlfriend in almost a week, and I miss her terribly. My ass hurts, my hair sucks, I wish I was dressed better, and I'm sick and tired of Subway sandwiches but I have to eat them again later today.
*A shoutout to CSUN by the way, thank you for providing a cacophany of delicious healthy vegetarian/vegan alternatives to your everyday choices of Burger King/other fast food. Thanks to you and your attention towards a healthy lifestyle, I've gained thirty pounds since leaving highschool.
My hands are always cold from being in this room, my eyes hurt from staring at this radiated screen, I haven't been outside very often, and I haven't seen anyone in awhile.
I asked a boy if we can make out yesterday in front of this jesus-nut at school, he turned me down. After that I had Subway [fucking again] (but to my credit I had tomato soup to break the monotany), and after that I went to a feminist symposium.
Today I just want to go see my girlfriend, I've been looking at old pictures of her and us whenever I couldn't stand to think about Joseph Nye or John Meirsheimer another moment.
I'm just frusterated, its not a big deal when I take everything into account, but that doesn't make me want to break-out any less.
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