Ray took these photos - during our trip to Hawaii and the cheese-tastic souvenir I took home and hung over the bed we both slept in. I usually don't like to be sentimental. Sentimentality is for the weak. My mom says I'm weak all the time. But she is a bitch.
It's hard to describe how I feel. I don't believe that the "right person" is meant to transform you. The "right person" is not going to make you feel love. You have to work for it. Love, or some kind of feeling close to it, is not for the lazy.
Anyways... breakups are hard. My heart is broken, I ran out of orange juice, and it's raining.
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