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its only good times because it isn't great times. or crap times. its the 'times' that cause me to feel like this. its voting day and i vote for myself. if you'd let me, i'd vote for you. i'm bored enough to love you. i'm patient enough to wait for you. i could wait years, but i'd prefer months. days away and i still have no idea. everyone likes to sound smart, but everyone knows that everyone fakes it. pretend all i want, i still give a crap.