love on the verge of a revolution
02.01.04 // 11:46 p.m.

I'm not fulfilling my fate.

When I was just a few days old, my Mom's best friend predicted that I would grow up to be a heartbreaker.

She's wrong. Well, so far she is. But tell that to Eddie [my babysitter over at Harvard]. He called me a heartbreaker a few days ago. I laughed and then we mused over our unfulfilled fates.

[There's more to this, but my toes are cold and my mind isn't as creative as it should be.]

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