SimpleSouvenir's Journal

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  • Archives for February 2012
  • Fact.

    by SimpleSouvenir on February 27, 2012
    If we're in the same room and I don't speak to you, whether the intent is good or bad, there is a reason. There is a reason.
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  • Ugh.

    by SimpleSouvenir on February 24, 2012
    It kind of angers me that girls/women are attracted to extremely average looking men (even unattractive men) simply because they are famous or have a high social standing. It's pretty fucked up in my book.
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  • Sigh.

    by SimpleSouvenir on February 24, 2012
    I'm trying to share films I adore with my best friends and they just want to go to bed. It's kind of lame in my humble opinion.
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  • Angry Post.

    by SimpleSouvenir on February 23, 2012
    It baffles me how I allowed certain people to be involved in my life for so long. Fuck, man. Seriously. These people are goddamn leeches moving from trend to fucking trend. Fuck off.
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  • Hm

    by SimpleSouvenir on February 22, 2012
    How can we make something of our own When we live in bodies without bones When we live in houses and not homes
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  • My My My My My My My My.

    by SimpleSouvenir on February 21, 2012
    She's the type of girl that says she likes beards and every guy runs home and throws away their razors.
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  • February 21th, 2012

    by SimpleSouvenir on February 21, 2012
    I've done this act before. I'm not going to play the fool. I'm taking this too seriously. It should be easy.
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  • February 20th, 2012

    by SimpleSouvenir on February 20, 2012
    I want you to think about me. I want you to get to know me. I want you to want to do those things. I think I want you. I'm not sure. Can you let me be?
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  • Realization.

    by SimpleSouvenir on February 16, 2012
    I'm boring. Dammit.
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  • Look at all the lonely people.

    by SimpleSouvenir on February 15, 2012
    Lonely people everywhere. I don't understand. I'm technically alone but have great friends and family. I am not alone. Simply longing. Longing for love. Longing for compassion. Longing for companionship. Will it ever cease? This search? This desire? Honestly, what do I believe? I believe it will. I like to believe in hope.
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