Saturday, July 4, 2009

Strangers fucking love me. I have no idea why, but they always talk to me.

And I hate my roommates. You know I'm here. You know I'm awake. Yet you insist on having sex anyway. I disrespect both of you and can't wait to move out of here. I have yet to feel at home. I don't enjoy being a stranger in my own house.

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