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I'll give you some priorities,

Set your shopping budget

Swear by your purse-strings


Your journal entries are a bolero

That you dance to:

Dance! little five cent piece.


I'm too tired all the time, and I don't even remember what we argue about, I think we're just completely different people. I can't stand your no-nonsense attitude towards everything, and the way you say things. I don't know what you think, but its probably wrapped up in your construction of your own self worth. Let's just stay out of each other's faces, I'm going to disappear for a while.