Playing your guitar
April 01, 2002 @ 12:06 p.m.
Why. Why? Why why why why why do I keep coming back to you? What is my fucking obsession?!?
I am so. Sick of you. You don't even know.
You're not the type to make plans, care. That bothers me.
But it intrigues me too. Why not? How can you get away with it, while the rest of the free world must suffer and toil?
Why do I have to go back to work this summer, and you can sit playing your guitar?
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