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[emorobot]

I find myself, when i'm alone, missing him. calling his phone, knowing that he wont answer. i try to find something to replace that feeling: music, friends, alcohol.
he's like a stranger now. and i think he likes it better that way.
he gave me his address. i could write him a letter, but i dont think he would read it, much less write back.

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[calistateofmind]

oh god, i know what are you are going through. i used to call his phone knowing that he wouldn't pick up, but just to hear his voice again on the answering machine.... i don't know the situation so i can't tell you not to write a letter, but i always found in therapitc to just write a letter, and never send it.
hang in there, nothing a little burbon and the virgin suicides can't fix. you're strong you'll make it!

[thedisappeared]

Hey, that's not a bad idea-- you know, we could go a step further and burn it afterward-- or rip it up and throw it off a mountain, or throw it in a lake or summat...

Or... or..... I'll write haikus, if they'd make you feel better?

he's an idiot
beauty hit him on the head
and he didn't know.

what a big fat jerk
of the million hearts broken
yours is the sweetest.

let's elope with them
fictional guys can't hurt us
lupin and black, yo.

lurv, meshell

[emorobot]

i love your haikus more than i love eric.

[calistateofmind]

(chuckle) thats actually really clever, i get the feeling that you've done this before! i'm impressed!

[extendedviewing]

this is so lame...

[emorobot]

how many cards do you need for dry sex eric?

your face is lame

[duckydid]

lets just say it and get it over with.