sylvia plath there is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

it's like watching paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction - every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and that excitement at about a million miles an hour.
splinken i keep on telling you that love is more of a verb than a noun for me, and i'll keep explaining until you agree to disagree with me. i don't have the resources to get carried away anymore. 030403
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