He frightens himself by remembering my image reflected by his familiar friends. His story will stay between the mattress like a pre-teen magazine as I am stuck will his unwillingness to disregard the truth from reality; he doesn't care about me as much as I want. He doesn't care about me enough to do what he wants. It would be constant slut
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Natalie!
what's going on?
HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY!!
I miss you! Your posts are so cryptic... I hope things are ok and it's just the usual boy drama. You should give me a call and just catch up. will you be home for christmas?
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Are you going to Chile? Excited? Yeah I will be home for two weeks, then off to New York to club it up and remember what all of life is like.
Crytic? Too much of Sexton, Lowell, and especially Plath these days. I remember the time when I didn't think of suicide everyday, not my but hers. Yeah.....xoxox
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