Apropos of nothing.
The sun is not the star I hitched my wagon to. Neither is Proxima Centauri.
Someone's got a good hold on me.
And oh, excuse my lack of skills in parallelism.
Someone's got a good hold on me.
And oh, excuse my lack of skills in parallelism.
3 months ago 
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Caffeine gets me high.
All the freaking time. *especiallycoughsincoughsdepressingcoughsmomentscoughs*
