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Archive for February, 2004


You don’t love me anymore. Is it because we haven’t been seeing each other much? It’s neither of our faults. If this is how you feel , then what is going to happen when you go off to pharmacy school? How will your feelings change when we don’t see each other for years? Is it even possible for you to still love me with that much separation? Why do I even think about a future with you when you don’t even want to be with me right now?

I feel so stupid for loving you.

I feel so stupid for crying.

I feel so stupid.

I’m so alone. Even with people all around me, I feel alone.


Lust sure fades quickly. What’s left after that goes away?


it’s so strange how the people you strained to get the attention and approval of years ago don’t seem so important anymore once you’ve surpassed them in life.


he made a mix cd for her of his favorite band, but only picked out the songs that he thought she would like. something about that seemed ridiculously sweet.


I really like this song.


(girl) : i’m sittin here thinkin’, reminiscin’ ,
on how, good … things used to be, now,
i remember that time when
you was right here by my side
i, can’t get you out of my mind
you just keep on makin’ me cry
baby lets give it one more try
before you say good bye
i’m spendin them sleepless nites
wishin that you were holdin’ me tight
cuz i still remember that night
when we got into that final fight
said that we was over and
we couldn’t make a damn thing go right
cuz you left me high and dry
and i just can’t help but wonder why

(guy) : sittin down drinkin’ gin and uh
thinkin’ all good cuz that day was coo
cuz i played joo and your homies too
but i rather it be me and you
don’t wanna break up don’t wanna be thru
but kick it and be with you
cuz i didn’t know what to do,
know what to do… (i didn’t know what to do)
everybody told me you and me,
we were really really meant to be
spendin and givin and luvin need
cuz you see just leavin me green…
(leavin’ me high, leavin me dry, wonderin why
i think i’m gonna die)


Stop viewing me as a child. We’re only a couple years apart.


How is it that some people are constantly happy? Even in their dark moments they seem well adjusted. Is it a farce?


I kid, but I mean what I say. I pretend I’m lying, but I want you to take me seriously. I reach out my hand tentatively and snap it back quickly, but I want you to hold me in your arms. It’s so wrong, but you’re so right.


What’s it like, having a secret life in your head that you cannot tell anyone about? What’s it like, having two faces? What’s it like, not knowing where you are or what you’ve become? What’s it like to not see what’s in front of you?


It’s hard not to expect anything even when you know nothing is coming.

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