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Apr 11, 2005 07:21

Another night, another dream. (of always you ( Read more... )

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tigre86 April 11 2005, 13:18:39 UTC
For some reason it's like, if a certain amount of time passes since I've talked to a friend, I fear that they think I'm a jerk for not staying in touch like a friend should.

No need to feel like a jerk, sometimes life grabs a person by the shoulders, spins them around really fast before letting go. We all do it...even if we don't mean to...it happens, but who can hold a grudge for real? It takes two peoplel to stay in touch....so the responsibility isn't all up to you.

You cold??? Nahhhh.

Lovely entry by the way, letting friends know you appreciate them deserves 5 gold stars.

Don't you love how that people that are sooo great are the only ones who are enlightened enough to be aware of the fact? ;)

Take care,
Nicole

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webmaster04 April 11 2005, 14:27:30 UTC
So... if I could say anything to you right now, what would it be? First off, that I love you (of course). After that... I still don't know.

Talk to them, J. I can't say that enough.

You'll be fine, and you'll see that your friendships are still there.

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ex_type40396 April 11 2005, 18:01:37 UTC
i don't miss irc.

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Guilty anonymous April 16 2005, 03:48:46 UTC
Don't beat yourself up over it, we're all guilty of this. I know I definitely have friends that I've somehow managed to fall out of touch with. I've been in a similar mood lately so I've been trying to go back and call people to see how they're all doing. Anyways, talk to you later cuz, I'm still looking forward to the vortex to hell that will surely form when we all get to hang out again.
Kyle

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anonymous June 8 2005, 15:11:38 UTC
"You and I move at the speed of light
One step at a time
We don't have to run"

Do you ever wonder if leaving will mend these feelings that we hold inside? Or will it just become a temporary escape from everything we've tried to run away from and block out? You and I have gone through so much... sometimes too much. I suppose I just wonder if we'll ever be free of the guilt and shame and fear that surfaces when we think we've finally found happiness.

I'm sorry for being the way I have been... you have never deserved my hate, and yet I seem to hand it to you on a golden platter. And yet, sorry is losing its significance. One can only say it so many times before the luster is worn down and the meaning is dull. I always wonder when I'll push too hard and you won't be there with your arms open to catch me again.

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