i love when weekends are so perfect that they just make you all giddy and silly acting. i can't recount all the awesome events because that will take away from the high i'm feeling from the actual experience. i just know that i had a really amazing time, and i can hold my happiness especially to myself like a little birdie. but i hate going back to "real life" tomorrow. the inevitable crash.
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