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Thursday, April 07, 2005

Strange what just talking to a friend can do... thanks michelle

I guess I'm just numb... can't feel anything yet. Its as if all that I yearn to say is bottled up somewhere in my left hand, just waiting to explode out in this ecstacy of carthasis.

But I can't, something's holding me back. Maybe its the gut feeling that once i start brooding about it, it'll consume me like this gigiantic scarab beetle. The past is the past, it was BOUND to happen, some part of me probably wanted to be free, I keep telling myself.

Liar

I don't want to let go, but I don't want to hold on to you either. It's not worthy of you.

But whatever. It's over. So be it. I'll cry after SYF.

I love you

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