ok, so i hated the band(s) too.
and i left early because i was bored. i don't even get bored staring at walls.
the drinks didn't even work: nothing is much worse than that.
we were like last summer, if you squinted real hard and used your imagination.
discussing love with the one you loved is bizarre but apparently fairly easily handled-- with vast preparation and a healthy dose of the golden rule. this part was okay.
but, lots of cringing, lots of self-restraint. lots of hoping, lots of observed quasi-hating.
probably this is totally construed.
but...fuck it all so hard your ears hurt.
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