Love

If it's what you say, I love it.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Tomorrow

Looks like no one's coming to save us. We're together, but also on our own.

I haven't decided what I'm going to do with myself tomorrow. I'm admittedly freaking out a bit. No, a lot.

This is fine. This is fine. This is fine. No work and all play make Jason fine. This is fine. This is fine.

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