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I decided I want to keep my thoughts in writing, so that years from now I can look back at them.
This isn't a journal, more of me just blabbering. Most of it probably won't make sense, but who knows? If you stick around long enough to read this every other day or so, my life might just unfold to you.
I'll try and write everyday, it can be one sentence, or a long paragraph. Really just depends.
Feel free to steal.
There's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face.
I decided I want to keep my thoughts in writing, so that years from now I can look back at them.
This isn't a journal, more of me just blabbering. Most of it probably won't make sense, but who knows? If you stick around long enough to read this every other day or so, my life might just unfold to you.
I'll try and write everyday, it can be one sentence, or a long paragraph. Really just depends.
Feel free to steal.
There's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face.
02/09/11
6:03 PM
I finally felt something today.
So I cried. And slept.
It's your birthday today, my bestfriend.
I called you, I miss you.
I like sleep.
It's the only time I don't feel anything.
Which is why when I woke up, I started bawling.
I like feeling empty, my mind blank, when I'm asleep.
02/05/11
12:40 PM
Today's my birthday. It's been great so far.
You told me I'm a player. Baby, I'm no player.
I just don't believe in love.
02/03/11
2:37 PM
I'm talking to you right now. I remember when you asked me out,
then things got awkward since I said no, and then we stopped
talking. Then you dated one of my closest friends, and you hurt
her. You still hurt her, emotionally. And you're sitting here
flirting with me? Telling me I stole your heart away, and that
we would have made such a good couple, if it weren't for Elliot.
I hate you for being such a tool, for lying to my face, because
you don't know I know everything, do you? But I can't do much,
because you're still a good friend. So I can't be mad. I just can't.
02/03/11
1:59 PM
Sometimes, it scares me. We come from such different worlds, but really, all I see is you, and me.
02/01/11
11:23 AM
Today, you came online and we talked for an hour and a half.
You told me you had a dream about me. We both ate (your dinner)
and (my breakfast) in front of our computers, so that we can still
talk. I guess the idea of logging out, even for 10 minutes, and not
being able to talk to each other, we both didn't like. It was nice,
to know you still miss me. It felt good.
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