Oct 02, 2005 22:25
mimi: i'm not well.
oli: you mean literally.
mimi: yes, literally. they've run tests!
i need to hear a familiar voice. i can't decide if bob dylan is helping or worsening the situation. regardless, i can't help but listen to him. i think i may go home for thanksgiving. i really don't feel like having thanksgiving dinner all alone in my apartment. though it would be nice to be roommate-less for full 4 days.
i keep trying to put him aside. but it never works. hundreds of songs have his name written all over them. i sit and wait. i've become such a patient person. i don't know what else to do. and yet this isn't real. this isn't mutual. i want to let go but i guess not bad enough. i'm still here. waiting. i'm well aware that the longer i prolong this the greater the damage but that's a chance i'm willing to take. i'll wait even if he's not coming. i'll respond even when he doesn't care. i'll write to him until he tells me to stop; and even then i can't guarantee anything. i'll wait till he comes around; if he ever does.