I am so worried about John that it's making me sick. He asked what we were, he and I , in relation to each other... I didn't know what to say, how can you lay a claim on a person you've never met? He's so fabulous. If he dies I'll be lost. He's so smart, but it's like he doesn't want me to help him. I only want to make him happy, that's all I want
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i'm sorry that i fuck everything up for you. i don't mean to. i just get so fucking bothered by the distance between us, that's all. i don't want to make you sad or angry EVER but i guess this is who i am.
i saw the killers live and they were awesome. too bad i was fucking drunk or i'd tell you what i great time i had.
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Anyway, Clarie. I'm sad for you. I'm sad for me, too. Why can't we both be happy with our boys? It's obvious we need to be more appreciated.
You need to go over to ___ [insert place here] and be with John, and I need to go to Baltimore and be with Tim, and then we won't cry anymore. Hopefully. I pulled a muscle right over my heart from crying so much. How appropriate is that?
I'm done now... I have to go to bed and stuff... Ramble back, Clarie.
- Calire
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