about how many mistakes I make in an evening. I count them up and mull them over, and over, and over.
I can't believe I wrote that on your wall, and then pathetically covered it up with a dinosaur poster. I hope you'll understand. I have a deep sort of need to express myself, all the time. I don't know why. At least I wasn't stupid enough to just leave it there.
I WANT TO HAVE...
Just one day where everything goes perfect, to make up for all of my miniature mistakes.
And therapy.
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