Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other peopleβs lives? Iβm always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories Iβve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I donβt speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someoneβs head.
a shelter, of sorts
got sick right on Halloween, fuck yeah...
no, no, i did not want to have a good time, it's fucking fine
no, i don't know what to do with this blog either
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