93 degrees

Its too hot for my heart to hurt.

I've decided to start writing. I'm hoping that Los Angeles doesn't burn down. I want my home to be intact when i move back. Its harsh reality with college ending. I took my last midterm in college. It was so bizarre reading what i wrote. How the ideas that i was stringing together made sense and that the arguement that I was making could stand.

Given, the question asked what I would do if i was young czar with absolute power in the 17th century. But fuck you too.

I'm going to start capitalizing my sentences.

I left my heart at reception. The last thing I saw was you.

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The common denominator in my life: frustration; with myself, but more specifically with the people that I love.