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friday like a monday

So I keep getting up and putting on my smile and telling all the good stories and spending time with new interesting people. I stay active and involved and meet new people and try new things, but. but. but I don’t want to get up and I don’t want to tell the good stories and I don’t want to be active or – or – or. I just want to spend time with a myth. And I’m disgusted with my self-involvement and my pink shaded memories and I’m ready to want to do the things that I make myself do so I can move on.
It’s Friday for fucks sake and Friday is a good thing. I am reminded of a cure song. hahahaha. fuuuuuck. help. What a silly miserable thing. I am by myself betrayed.

Where is the vermouth? Also what is vermouth?

Shaken please,
MadLibby

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