ericboy's Diaryland Diary

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\"Reminds me of the second time / That I followed you home\" - Placebo

It is a curse to be a hopeless romantic. I fall in love everytime the wind changes direction, with everything I see. It's a recipe for disaster. I hate it. It's driving me crazy.
My nose feels like someone's punched me in it, but, to my knowledge, no one has. I guess I'll ask around.
I just baked a cake for my roommate whose birthday was on Thursday. It's not my finest work.
I am so lonely.

4:20 p.m. - 2005-06-19

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