First there was hope and naivety. Then was love envy. Then there was projecting mathematical self assurance. [……] [……]. Dubious selfpity, followed by hating myself for indulging on Eliott Smith. Many phases, wishful thinking. Desperation? jealousy of other people’s more simple and organic love dynamics maybe. Who knows; shattered frame of mind (human sadness). Messy confronted interests, or just deranged psychotic loneliness. Ha. · ·
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