nothing new to tell and nothing else to say

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when i was in grade 4 i didn't want to get my pen licence. maybe it was because i liked writing in pencil or perhaps it was the start of deep seeded commitment issues which would haunt me forever.

pencil is so temporary, it's obvious when it's there but if something needs fixing or changing it can be erased easily. pens on the other hand you either had to scribble through errors and leave a big mess behind (because whiteout wasn't allowed until high school) or be extra careful to ensure you never made an error.

even when whiteout is used it still leaves a great white stain where something used to be, like a ghost. when you look back you can always see where you fucked up. alot like life.

the point of my story... drink more beer, it's lifes eraser.

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