I tore this out of the actual final this morning.
I'm having trouble writing about the end.
I thought of something in the dressing room of "Men's Warehouse" about how you can't have anything new without getting rid of the old.
But really I can't remember, and either the emotion of it all hasn't hit me yet, or my brain has been melted by SIMS 3!!!!!!!!!!!
BTW CASIMIR AND THAT SWEDISH TRIPLET TOTALLY MADE OUT! HAWT!
yeah... this is what I've been reduced to.
I wish I could communicate this strange feeling of loss. One that isn't sad... but still feels like something is gone.
I'll try again later when I'm not as stupid.
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