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Apr 18, 2007 14:57

I'm very busy. I've got so much to do what with snooping, and staring and pretending. Busy busy busy.

I miss you. I hate missing you.

I want to call you, and ask you how your court went. Or to say good night when I'm trying to get some sleep, holding that silly bear.

I wonder if you still love me, even though it's only been two days. I wonder if you're still wearing my ring. I wonder if my picture is still in your wallet. I wonder if I can just keep finding things to do until forever, and then I wont have to slow down and deal with this.

I hate that everyone is so happy about this. I'm not! Of course they are sad that I'm sad but I can see the glitter in their pupils. Their toes are twitching with repressed dance.
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