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over one hour on the phone he says it seems to him that i am totally out of my mind. and somehow it was nice to hear. i miss friends. i would like to know....

where the fuck did my life go?

sunday drains every thought i could have possibly had all week. ferny says he sleeps the whole time when i am not here. our lives have intersected here. sometimes i dont remember the reason or way of how anything got to bee this way ( Read more... )

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friday nite found me feeling better. and thank god for that.

it was nice to bee out around pple. i hate to admit im "lonely"-- the word itself is pathetic. i fight it i fight it i fight it.

oh but ok. i'll try.

i made a painting thurs nite listening to the flaming lips. it was the first thing that felt nice in a long time.

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in her bag i saw things
she drew when she was nine.

fancy mall downtown in a city with the quietest downtown ever. in this endless sleepy day going to see a movie on the widest wide screen and the boomingest sounnd and one message from my mother today remaing recording time 4 minutes so deleted everything. i just deleted it all ( Read more... )

is elliot smith dead? what the fuck. i'm going to throw up.