Isn't it funny how things work out. It's getting colder.
I think about her and him everyday and what might have been and what it is now and what could? Is it too late? I know i was too hard.
[B] is comfortingly consistant. I have Purple stones on my finger, nicotine in my blood... again. Cheap fragranced body milk that should have been thrown away. i smell like a hospital flower pot, perhaps an old lady.
I learned something today.... to be careful but that is too insipid when i want to be boundless.
I'm not lovable. Does avoiding the L word protect your feelings? I'm sure I'll find out.
its make-believe, forget it. "just to find myself I should have been - you, saying sorry but I know that isn't going to cut it"
nicotine again? I saw the stars tonight. I might be wasting our time.
It's not too late. I think I'd like to say it again, just to see how it feels because its getting harder than just 'goodbye'
to avoid fainting keep repeating
Friday, November 05, 2004
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sweetie, you're the most lovable person i know.
(p.s, found you, got you) xxxxxxxxx
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