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Normally, when you call or email me to whine about how miserable you are, and how fucking tragic your life is, I listen. I sit there for hours trying to make you feel better about yourself, and trying to help you get through those tough moments. Normally, I drop everything I'm doing to respond to your every beckon. For almost a year now, I've ( Read more... )

Kissing at the stoplights. Strawberry flavored teddy bears. The Trans-am tshirt. Walking behind the Kmart. Red balloons. Holding hands. Your One-Up sweatband and the way you totally rocked those jeans. Abandoned cars. The Concord Mill's bathroom. "Me So Thorny". Evil Dead 2. American Beauty. White panties and leather seats. Distance. ( Read more... )

I'm not sure how I feel right now. I'm totally out of it, and totally don't know what to think. I've taken like 8 asprin, my head fucking hurts. My stomache is shaking like a caged animal, and my world is spinning. My heart is beating so fast it's ridiculous, and I can't stop it. Every word comes out in whispers, and every whisper falls on deaf ( Read more... )

Starting all over again...But only a cause without a purpose.