"you said you'd keep me honest
but i won't call you on it"
i often find myself here. Ten-til-two in the morning, listening to Fall Out Boy, eating cheetos (i know, terrible) and feeling incredibly poetic/romantic/artistic and yet having nothing meaningful or even remotely interesting to create.
*sigh*
i've sat with this page open for far too long, hoping inspiration will strike.
what a waste...
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