I am happy.

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I hate this emptiness, I just want to come home

Dear you

Tonight at dinner I found myself holding my steak knife in my right hand, I also found myself silently visualising in my head what it would feel like to cut your throat, or stab your heart repeatedly with my steak knife, you should take note that these visuals were all in color, and your blood was all over the walls.

p.s your balding.

Paris

fuck I love the french.