2001-08-02 || 3:05 p.m.

|| does your heart come with a plastic case? ||

i am going through with the break-up tape. there are too many songs i have been listening to lately that make me feel all hurty and stretched out across the ribcage when i listen to them. mooning mooning pouting ack. and there will be daggers and needles and rusty nails drawn on the fabulous front cover. and it will smell vaguely of insomnia and cat piss.

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