February 2012
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when she’s not right there beside me, I go crazy because here isn’t where I want to be and satisfaction feels like a distant memory; I can’t help myself.
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I have a friend that's a bee.
It was sleeping on my window sill for about a week and now it just sits on my desk and dances to my music. I open my window sometimes to let it out but it always comes back. Mind you, I think this is fucking weird, but it keeps me company so fuck you.