Sunday, April 17, 2011


PostSecret's insane sometimes; this is the epitome of what I'm feeling about this whole thing. I know for a fact that he'll be alright--or rather, that he won't be alright, but I'll be alright with it. I just need to see him first, and the last thing I want is to run out of time. May really just can't come soon enough. 

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