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This is the second time this week I've had to make a call like this. To call someone you haven't talked to in a long time because you need something from them. The first call was to *Entry has been edited on the request of the commentee, see below*, for weed. That was easy.
You really can't passionetly hate someone unless there was love first. Either you loved them, or they ruined something you loved.
Every time I look at the phone: My heart is beating like fast and in my throat. Tear are readying themselves behind my eyes, like salty little paratroopers. All my skin feels hot and cold at the same time.
Looking at the clock: No one to call afterwards. not until 6.30. I'm an acrobat without a net. I'm picturing how it would feel to really take a falll from the tight rope. Hot and cold, maybe, shaking and screaming.
I still need to calm myself down. This was not effective.
You really can't passionetly hate someone unless there was love first. Either you loved them, or they ruined something you loved.
Every time I look at the phone: My heart is beating like fast and in my throat. Tear are readying themselves behind my eyes, like salty little paratroopers. All my skin feels hot and cold at the same time.
Looking at the clock: No one to call afterwards. not until 6.30. I'm an acrobat without a net. I'm picturing how it would feel to really take a falll from the tight rope. Hot and cold, maybe, shaking and screaming.
I still need to calm myself down. This was not effective.