bittersweet

Sense doesn’t make sense lately.

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Had a trip back to the past. It was fun, actually. Saw some people again and it’s kind of refreshing for everybody to treat you exactly how you want to be treated.

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HP is love. I forgive you, Dan. The kiss was totally just part of your job. I’ll take you back now. Be my prince again.

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I feel so… I have no idea. I blame the five bottles of Valium I basically snacked upon the past few days.

O.o

Kidding!

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What happened this morning was very cleansing. I’ll be doing it again and I’ll get through the day. I just know it.

(What this is, feel free to comment and I’ll gladly reply. Personally.)

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Friday the thirteenth, here I come.

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Contrapasso is one of my favorite words. In my world, it is a noun, an adjective, a verb and a sentence by itself.

Contrapasso means counter-suffering.

Contrapasso is self retribution.

I was wrong; I am my own contrapasso.