Love and Die. So be it.


"Hey Kareen. What are you doing? Talking to the Male I bet."

Why yes, that seems to be a thing not so uncommon with me these days. 33 and counting down. I won't fret (too much). What ~a drag~ that ~running~ away is no longer an option. He's become too much a part of my life really, so that I couldn't get away if I pushed off a box into the ocean and jumped in.

But you know, I'd really rather stay anyway. When was it that I decided to resign my fears (or most of them)? Could it be? Could it be that even someone like Kareen--?

Meh, no time to think about it. Homework calls.

03.09.03 - 4:02 p.m.


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