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[01 Sep 2006|10:52pm]
i cant wear this perfume anymore.
it reminds me of you too much.
i cant listen to sublime without crying?
i cant call my hampster puppy anymore.
i cant lay on my cellar couch anymore.
i cant wear your shirts anymore.
hellogoodbye makes me upset sometimes.
i cant sleep with the teddy bear anymore.
its at the bottom of my bed.
i have to take down all the pictures.
and the fake sunflowers.
the card we made at the science meuseum.
no more bloodhound gang, "the bad touch".
it was ours.
no more pete and pete.
no more taco chairs.
no more spraypaint.
or graffiti.
no more pretty place.
no more water tower.
no more train station.
no more playground.
no more pool.
no more lovin.
no pluto.
no oswald.
no theresa.
nobody.
no more eating crackers and cheese under the table.
no more early november concerts.
no more "youre my favorite".
no more six kids.
no more "BUT NOT YET"
no more mega doctor pepper.
no more KFC picnics.
no more sobe.
no more roses.
no more love.
somehow i had forgot most of these things. i'm glad i wrote in my stupid live journal when we were going out and even when we broke up. it reminds me of how things used to be, not just when you were alive, but the old you, i guess the young, naive you. i love you and unfortunately i am realizing it more and more everyday that you're gone. i miss you. i would do anything to just give you a hug. your hugs were so different from everyone else's.
i cant wear this perfume anymore.
it reminds me of you too much.
i cant listen to sublime without crying?
i cant call my hampster puppy anymore.
i cant lay on my cellar couch anymore.
i cant wear your shirts anymore.
hellogoodbye makes me upset sometimes.
i cant sleep with the teddy bear anymore.
its at the bottom of my bed.
i have to take down all the pictures.
and the fake sunflowers.
the card we made at the science meuseum.
no more bloodhound gang, "the bad touch".
it was ours.
no more pete and pete.
no more taco chairs.
no more spraypaint.
or graffiti.
no more pretty place.
no more water tower.
no more train station.
no more playground.
no more pool.
no more lovin.
no pluto.
no oswald.
no theresa.
nobody.
no more eating crackers and cheese under the table.
no more early november concerts.
no more "youre my favorite".
no more six kids.
no more "BUT NOT YET"
no more mega doctor pepper.
no more KFC picnics.
no more sobe.
no more roses.
no more love.
somehow i had forgot most of these things. i'm glad i wrote in my stupid live journal when we were going out and even when we broke up. it reminds me of how things used to be, not just when you were alive, but the old you, i guess the young, naive you. i love you and unfortunately i am realizing it more and more everyday that you're gone. i miss you. i would do anything to just give you a hug. your hugs were so different from everyone else's.