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Oh I had a great time tonight, in one of those moods where I wished I used italics more.

I love Rollins. I love going there, and knowing Sarah’s friends, that’s a great thing.

I wish I could learn more, now that I can’t. I told Sarah that school is like that ugly girl who you date just ‘cause you can.

And then when you break up with them, and you’re lonely, you’re like “Fuck. I want some more of that ugly.”

And when you do?, when you make out again.

It Tastes Just As Bad As You Remember.

(But you’ll always have fond thoughts of brushing your teeth afterwards.)

Okay, I didn’t explain it that much to Sarah, but I have here.

I like Sarah’s writing (even in her diary) better than mine. I wonder: will I make it.

She put on a play tonight. It was a Woman’s show, you know what I mean, and it was great, it was really great.

And I wonder: what’s wrong with me to make me not good?

I wonder why I’ve gone so long without trying, again.

I also seem sorry for leaving you for so long.

Well, here I am. Yeah. And, yeah.

Deejay, I do.

(Seem to.)

Huh.

What does it mean.