i believe in ghosts but not in god. I think it's all going over my head. Summer in Providence, object of my affection, the feeling of everything being overly sensational, and at the same time, the feeling of being outrageously lonely. I think really big, but I live really small. And what the fuck does luck have to do with anything? Luck doesn't exist. And why am I doing homework at 1:33 AM on a Sunday morning? Because that's who I am. I can tell people whatever I want, but I'm not a slacker.
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