Monday, May 23, 2011

I can't I can't I can't I can't
do anything productive
pretend to care about you
continue to be so fucking ambivalent to everything
I hope with summer comes the ability to once again make decisions and form coherent sentences.
    admittedly I'm not even that excited about the prospect of summer
it just feels like this portent of aging.
I hate it.

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