fuck this stupid crush shit. i'm done.
or sorta done. more discerning and skeptical at least. let this be the end of michelle 'the crush slut' kennedy.
DONE!
grrrrrrrrr...
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"there is no beautifier of complexion or form or behaviour like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us" -ralph waldo emerson
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- a textured self
- forget the superego i'm the super it
- four thousand feet and still falling
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- i have a crush on you
- i masturbate and you should too
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uh oh. I sense that the date didn't go to shit hot.
DOWN WITH MEN! UP WITH VAGINAS!
no, there was no date. yet. i was just mad. or confused. i was confused. things are still up in the air. i'm ok with that. i just have to be ok with no having a fucking clue about boys...right?
You should have left the praries behind for a spell and relaxed upon the sunny shores of _______. Your crushes would have been eliminated, giving way to a deeper understanding of hedonism.
Crushes are so fleeting, so trite, and always leave you so empty in the end, don't you think?
Wish you were here,
d
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