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2004 9 November :: 6.40pm
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: [Gwen]
...did i ever tell you about the hickies without a story? ...jeeze. i came home, crashed, woke up the next morning and had two hickies. one on my shoulder and one on my collar bone. and i was all... o_0? but they're like... they can't be hickies cause i never got a hickie that night. so.... o_0?
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2004 5 November :: 9.40am
:: Mood: stressed
:: Music: [Senses Fail]
I can't believe he ever thought that about me. That i didn't care, or that i didn't want to care. Jesus christ Robert, i liked you for who you were as a friend, and I can't force myself to change my feelings to make you happy. I can't picture reason for calling what we had a hit and run. I never, ever felt that way about you and you know I'm not that kind of person. Fuck, I just can't believe you completely misinterperated the type of person I actually am. I hate how you resent me, and I hate how we never talk, but we'll never be on the same level we used to be because you're so god damn inflexible. You have to be so fucking cold. I don't regret what I told you because it was the truth. What does it tell me about you, when you can't accept the truth? I never ignored you, or your feelings. I was just trying to figure myself out, like you asked of me, and I asked of myself. All I wanted was for us to be friends, and that wasn't good enough. It sounds so cliche, doesn't it? I hate this.
You act like it wasn't hard for me to tell you this.
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greyxmatter
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2004 4 November :: 10.26pm
:: Mood: apathetic
baheh!
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greyXmatter
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2004 4 November :: 4.03pm
:: Mood: calm
:: Music: {Train}[Meet Virginia]
well she wants to live her life
then she thinks about her life.
pulls her hair back as she screams
i don't really wanna live this life.
she only drinks coffee at midnight
when the moment is not right.
her timing is quite unusual.
I am drinking hot cider.
there is a cinnamon stick in it which i think adds a little flare of gay.
my mom is making cow for tonight.
so i cried today... i haven't cried in so long. it was kind of strange in a way, because crying is so me. i always cry, which is so lame.
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greyXmatter
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2004 3 November :: 9.45pm
:: Mood: groggy
:: Music: [Vitamin R]
well if they're making it,
then they're pushing it,
and they're leading us along.
the hassle of all the screaming fits
that panic makes remorse.
after all, what's the point?
cause levitation is possible.
if you're a fly- achieved and gone.
theres time for this and so much more.
i'm glad to have people like bev and josh. particularly bev. bev is special somehow. she's a really cool kid. i have a feeling i have a whole lot to learn about her, though. eh... that's why i'll wait. ha... 'wait'. yeah it's a good thing to do. if i don't wait... well whatever. i don't think she understands my situation and how... i'm never honest about myself unless... i know you well enough. i think i know her well enough, but i'm afraid of getting so honest that it's annoying. i'm waiting for her to call me back. i like talking to her. m. yep.
i called nick today.
i called james today.
i did not call josh today.
pumpkin is meowing.
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