Thursday, Sept. 22, 2005
11:21 p.m.
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Do you remember how fucking arrogant we were? You, the epitome of truth and virtue, and me, the patron saint of strength of character. We were such a pair, we were. You with the lies no one questioned because they loved you, and me with my mistaking lack of temptation for inability to be swayed.
We didn't know anything.
I think when I change something about myself, it denotes a retreat on my part.