When I hear Amanda's voice on the phone these days, manic, hyper, rambling nonsensically about everything but her dying mother, raving about how she can't feel her hands, and mushrooms she didn't eat and on the verge of tears about ants taking over her apartment, I think: I know that place
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Well put. I know the feeling. I'm trying not to freak out about all the school work I have to do, because it's pretty much the only thing I can control in my life right now, and if I don't have my school work together, then I don't have anything together, and in the end I won't really have anything to reward my hard work at the end of the semester. I won't have anything to show for all the shit I put in to my classes.
I love you. Do what you can, but don't be a martyr.
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I don't want to say I love you because it doesn't seem like enough
what is there to convey...
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I know we don't know each other, but...I read your journals and see what my life with my dad is going to be like sooner than I want to admit to myself. I'm sending good vibes your way.
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From you it is always enough and more.
Whatever's in your heart Amanda.
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i remember the pain you were not able to share.
...and all i could do was rock you...
i love you dear child of my heart.
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