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Nov 19, 2006 07:30

fght ff yr dmns.

i wake up in a cold sweat in an eighty-degree room. my breathing is shallow, and my mouth is drier than the cotton sterile pills that tried to put me to sleep. the covers are nowhere within reach, and i can't stop shaking. the pain between my eyes throbs with each empty heartbeat. somehow, i pull myself to the small sink in my ( Read more... )

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verging November 19 2006, 18:55:26 UTC
I mailed your scarf today. You should have it by Thursdayish.

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mediacure November 20 2006, 12:54:38 UTC
Sell it and move here like you should have in the first place. We'll just be best friends and somehow things will get better.

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antegrate November 20 2006, 16:27:10 UTC
don't let a cruel person do this to you. sell it. buy a plane ticket here, buy a new computer, buy anything that'd make you happy and don't let her pull you down into a hole with her.

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youmyvoicebox November 21 2006, 07:30:28 UTC
you are, redundantly, the only person who will ever be able to make yourself honestly happy (permanently, perhaps).

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