From : IfelldownXouch@wmconnect.com
Sent : Monday, January 26, 2004 10:16 PM
To : stitchthewound@hotmail.com
Subject : (no subject)

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.i love you.
.you are the bestest thing ever.
.in the whole wide fucking world.

<3
alyson

i am error.

so i'm an asshole now, is it?
holy shit, someone pull the knife out of my back.
it's like a reinactment of the decline of the roman empire.
the only difference being that Brutus didn't rape 13 year old girls.

i know i've been pretty moody towards alot of people lately, but none of you have done anything to help that out, either. so i'm not sure if appologies are in order or not.

au revoir.

yup, livejournal still sucks.

goodbye.

(by the way, that means you)

fin.

meet me in the wine cellar. 6:45. don't be late.

i'm sorry for running you off.
you know who you are.
you won't say it, but you know.
i think you've always known.
and i'm sorry.

i wish it were something that could have been talked out.
it wouldn't have made a difference in the end anyway.
so have a great life. and remember that
i'll always be here for you when you need me.

always.

[ mood | alone ]

i want to say i had a good time last night,
but that's hard to do with so much on your mind.
as hard as you try to run from it,
it always seems to be right there in front of you;
a play where the curtains never fall.
and as the crowd cheers on the encore,
these caliced hands are set to meet their mark.

je t'adore, ma chérie.