Sometimes, friendship is a decent conversation at the 47th St. McDonald's.

Ji is the pink one. We're just a couple of wide-eyed little dolls in the big city. We met up at the library (yes! it's my new favorite place) and walked to the McDonald's for a late lunch/early dinner. I'm going to miss all this time that I (despite MCAT prepping, seem to think I) have this summer for long talks.
I love you, Ji. It might just be that nothing will ever come easy, at least not the things that we want most. If only wanting were enough, since sufficient suffering comes with that. It turns out we actually have to do things. And, it turns out that sometimes, no matter what we do, we can't seem to find ourselves closer to what we want. So when you find yourself asking, what am I supposed to do now? Go to the nearest Blockbuster and rent out Galaxy Quest. Never give up, never surrender.
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Troy: There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle... and I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.