Jan 04, 2004 23:16
I might smile, but that only lengthens the tear's journey. I'm so unhappy.
The heater whispers just down the hall. Yet, I only notice that it's on when it reaches apt temperature and shuts off momentarily. This will become the metaphor for all things I've ever cared about.
None of you will survive this.
Cheer me up. Capture the sun.
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sorry i didnt ask about you last night... i shouldve had the decency... the awareness to... but i was too self absorbed...
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i tried IMing you the other day, you kept asking who i was. it's MARK, (introduce) my screen name is dear skeleton. i'll talk to you later, man.
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that whole unhappiness thing. feeling empty not really having direction.
welcome to the club big poppa.
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