| Damn. Does anyone miss or remember me? Even if we never meet, it's still important to my existence that I am known. Significance is existence. Philosophizing, Alex |
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| My fish died. I didn’t care very much for him. Sometimes I even forgot to feed him, but wow, it really sucks. Goodbye, Satan. Death. *Sigh* As Seneca would say “A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.” Mortal, Alex |
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| The aforementioned friend, Asya, has a sort-of-boyfriend.
Fuck, I need one too.
Me and Asya danced to no music in the cloak room.
Dorky.
Or as the Americans say, “so gay”.
Dejectedly,
Alex
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| Seventeen.
Happy.
The parents gave me a camera.
School sucked.
As usual.
Asya got me some antique-ish pen and parchment so I can be a "real writer".
Birthday dinner soon.
Craving cake,
Alex |
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