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It's killing me to the point where I can't think straight.
I'm tiring of random things.
I can't sleep in the same direction.

I stopped writing for you a long time ago.
I started writing for myself.
Now I write for you guys.
I know it makes you happy, in some squishy way.
I'm not sure why.

My partner in crime helps me and replies to my letters.
My list of rays keeps me upbeat to the point where I freak out the people sitting beside me.
Allison never lets me fall behind.
Virginia makes me stay fresh.
As for Parkway North? It's not dead, just hibernating.

I know this blog isn't the same ol' same ol' (You have to say it twice, I don't know why).
These aren't confessions. These don't add to any story or overall novel. They barely pass the time. I can say anything I want. Who knows what character I am?

I can be anyone I want.
You can be anyone you want.

I need to stop throwing around the word love.
When I say it, you know I mean it. If it's too much, then it is.

Now that I have this junk out of the way, how about a story?