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july 31, 2004
driving home alone at twointhemorning with ryan adams and elliot smith on repeat was the best part of my night.
i want to crawl into bed with someone beautiful & wake up next to someone i can trust.
i haven't been sleeping at all lately and i don't know why. i lay in my bed for hours, my body begging me to sleep. but my mind is far to full and my eyes are far too heavy these days.
july 30, 2004
to whom it may concern:
i know you'll probably never read this. but maybe it doesn't matter. maybe it doesn't matter if you hear the words. just as long as they are said.
this is a postcard from my past sent to your future.
because i may be leaving. i may be going back with him. back to the place that you & i met. back to the place that tore him & i apart in the first place. but i wouldn't be going back for him. i know you'll never believe that. but i'm going back to get away from you and my parents and to be with my two best friends and to try and start over again. it's an unlikely place for a new start to a girl like me. but it's worth one more try, right?
and all i want is to fall asleep with the sounds of sigur ros and my black fan from wal-mart. as if the two would never sound right without the other in the background. and all i want is to feel your breath in my hair and your hand on my hipbone as our bodies mold together. nothing but darkness and that fan and sigur ros and you&i. nothing between us but skin & bone.