29 September 2002: an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines.

when your friends like to dish it out, then expect you to remember that they can't take it. when they expect you to watch out for their feelings, and nevermind your own because you don't have any. when they act like you're a subhuman idiot that isn't as emotionally complicated or deserving of as much courtesy or respect as them because the street doesn't go both ways...

...it's the sort of thing that could bum you out. you know? lucky, i'm a unfeeling idiot and i oblivious.

sometimes i'm so old and tired.

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