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oh, chicago. thom doesn't even understand what a good time i am having i don't think. i keep reading old journal entries and realizing how happy i am. i mean, there are still moods. "and even at the mall - No, I really hate the mall - even there I kept looking at you and realizing how happy I am" just that separateness, that feeling like I'm apart from everything, like everything is one and i am another - that apartness was so tangibly painful three months ago and I never want it to come back. I don't know if I'm making sense. Kristie said nicer things about feelings, about feeling beautiful after being kissed - that feeling that no one really knows how to describe because it's so good. "you make sense, i just talk myself in circles"
i swear there will be a post with a lot of scanned drawings and at least 40 polaroids when I come home
thom plucked my eyebrows and i cried like a bitch, but i also bled.
