At times, the sentimental codes broadcasted through this blog and this weird internet begin to feel flimsy, which means the message may no longer be important.

I wish I had access to a radio, so I could just talk and talk and talk and talk my little heart out, say all the things I want to say to a vacuum and get the impulse out of me.

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