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I wanted him to tell me that he missed me.I would say I missed him too. He would tell me that it's been hard without me and I would tell him the same. I've been listening to Elliot Smith and can't stop thinking about him. How terribly romantic.
I have only recently realized how much my mom has altered my childhood memories. Manipulation and terror. Power and control. She was always in it for herself.
Why is it that I feel guilt in the pit of my stomach? Why not somewhere less painful?
God, no matter how much my mind wanders I always drift back to him. I want to stay up late and write and write and write. That would be wonderful. Being sick is limiting. Must get some rest.
I have only recently realized how much my mom has altered my childhood memories. Manipulation and terror. Power and control. She was always in it for herself.
Why is it that I feel guilt in the pit of my stomach? Why not somewhere less painful?
God, no matter how much my mind wanders I always drift back to him. I want to stay up late and write and write and write. That would be wonderful. Being sick is limiting. Must get some rest.