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I still feel the need to murder Stephenie Meyer.
=/



The silence is odd.
I miss you.
And I don't.
Hmm.



I kinda wonder how you're doing.
I can never tell with your blogs, unless you're really falling apart.
But still.
That doesn't always tell me much.
-sigh-



I find it amusing I was downtown twice yesterday and we never crossed paths.
Hmm.



.....I don't know.
-leaves-