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i want to stop all the drunk drivers. i want to take away their licenses and cars. i want them all to gain some sense and know not to drive when they're drunk. i want them to be the ones who get hurt when they get into an accident. i want people to know and hate drunk drivers.

but none of that's going to make a difference. because it's already too late.

Denmark

The hugs. More frequent and longer.

The kisses. Many but fleeting.

Everyone seems a bit on edge.

Death, or rather, the anticipation of death, makes us look at things from different angles.

Abandonment. Loss. Pain.

Petty life matters seem overly trivial.

Every touch is new yet seems like the last.

But appreciation is still hard to see. Still hidden. Still afraid.

We know we can't keep running. Yet we never give in. Never surrender. Never stop trying to escape it's strong choke-hold.

I'm afraid.

i love college.

staying up until 5:30am every night.


keeping the air mattress always inflated under yuxdi's bed. ready for use.


discovering people exactly like you.


having 24 hour availability to ice scream.


bitching about people smelling bad and talking too much.



being able to go to our neighbors' apartment at anytime in the day. and the night.

smelling people.

planning for the years to come.


developing disgusting laughs.


holding random sleep overs because we don't have class early the next day.


discovering people having sex and then freaking out about it.

yelling at the guys' window accross from ours.

promising to go to the gym everyday but losing motivation after the first day.

yup. tis great.