i am longing for some swagger, please. in someone else, not me. and some free time, and some more television! and some firm confirmation that i can't do or think anything entirely new. something only i can do feels so gross.
whenever you see me, i wish you would yell "me too!" right away.
each time, i am momentarily ecstatic to know; my heartbreak is one in a million, my heartbreak is always old news. there is no rush.
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