08.12.02 - 8:13 p.m. - going into shock every time i realise i no longer think of you

i looked up from what i was reading and chicago looked so damned pretty today.

franklin: hello chicago. you never wished me a happy birthday.

chicago: shut up.

i hate moving for so many reasons right now.

elise gave me a very good backrub today. it was the best i ever had, and i wonder if i'll remember her that way.

i feel really immature because i don't like getting over girls. like i'm supposed to always think of the past, or i'm losing hold of some very painful ideal that i refuse to let go of.

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