What can I say? I'm crazy. I love and hate too many things to name. People come and go in my life and I obsess over too many of them. I want too many things. I don't ever wish. I don't believe in crayons [pronounced crans, not cray-ons or crowns] My life could be better, but compared to so many it's good. I love muffins, cardboard boxes, emo boys in tight pants, and books. My friends are my life, but I hate them sometimes. I try to be what I'm not.
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