i'm on this site for the first time in a long time, reading the stuff you write. fuck its incredible how things change and how i have come to repent that. you write just like the people we used to sit around and laugh about. i hate to think what that makes me. i miss the old you. what am i darling?
I guess that because there is no one left to try and unscramble the cryptic nature of such writing that it seems pointless to bother writing it. You were always the number one person i was writing for. And, now...
You are gone. You are this being that floats in and out of my life. You are as boring and exciting as me. But i guess you stopped documenting it in such a way that you escaped with 'writing dignity', and i did not.
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i miss the old you. what am i darling?
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You are gone. You are this being that floats in and out of my life. You are as boring and exciting as me. But i guess you stopped documenting it in such a way that you escaped with 'writing dignity', and i did not.
You are clever, darling.
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you're exactly right, i planned it this way.
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