(#) nerds_assemble 2013-04-05How about then night rolls around and it all stops making sense and in the middle of drinks, maybe the fifth or sixth, i'm completely alone in a table of friends. i feel nothing for them, i feel nothing, nothing.
Or. If you prefer happy endings.
then night rolls around and it all starts making sense. there's no right way or wrong way; you just have to live! so i do what i do and at least i exist. what could mean more than this? mean more, mean more?
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