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it says Olivia M. Ciotoli above it.


for the record, i did mean it.I was going to write you one of those long, annoying as fuck gut-spilling messages I always send you, but I couldnt think of a single thing to say. so I tried drawing you a picture but it was just an ugly bird. so I tried coloring you a picture, but they dont make brutally honest I hope you breakup with your girlfriend and your friends stop tying you up and you finally find happiness coloring books. so I cried for a little, but then I remembered I hate crying and this isnt about my problems anyway. so I stopped and listened to that same fucking song over and over, the one that reminds me so badly of you but I donfor the record, i did mean it.


give.there are so many things I want to give to you some with reason and some without. some not even mine to give. I think it started when I saw you upset for the first time. I couldnt give you comforting words, so I colored our favorite dinosaur, an Ultrasaurus. tall and awkward, just like you. you smiled and that was enough for me.give.
next was another coloring, a purple catfish. you just pierced your upper lip with angelbites, and we all joked about your resemblance to a catfish. you told me you didnt have a favorite color, but we both liked purple, so it would do. it grew beyond papers and crayons soon. I saw t


borderline nostalgic.i used to stand in the middle of the railroad track on sundays, one foot on either side of the county border line, just so i could tell you that i was in two places at once.borderline nostalgic.
you would shake your head in that disapproving, familiar way, and tell me that no one could be in two places at once, and besides, standing on railroad tracks was illegal, and i had better watch it or else i was liable to get ticketed.
i informed you that wanting to live a little was not illegal.
the day you died i rode full speed down the nearby hill with my bare legs on the handlebars of my mother's bike, the sun shining full in my
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"is the search for god absurd?"
"it is if everyone dies alone."
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Enjoying Life, Cause The Life... Is Beautiful!
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'Beauty will save the world'
--Fyodor Dostoevsky
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The real trouble with reality is that there's no background music.
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all the ways you wish you could be,
that's me.
i look like you wanna look,
i fuck like you wanna fuck,
i am smart, capable,
and most importantly,
i am free in all the ways that you are not.
--palahniuk
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