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On 6/8/05 I wrote this
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lenndrix/30562.html
I was reading it the other day, and I figured that a story is incomplete without looking at all angles of it.
I wonder what she was in there for...
What?
I wonder what she was in there for...
Who?
You know damn well who.
Well what does it matter? She doesn't want to see us.
How would you know?
She was staring at her shoes.
So?
So she doesn't want anything to do with us.
How do you know? How do you know what she wants?
How do you know what I want?
I'm you remember?
Go fuck yourself.
No.
What do you mean no? Go to hell.
No.
Just leave me alone. I don't need this.
I think this is exactly what you need.
What? No. That doesn't make any fucking sense.
It makes more sense than what you did last night.
Fuck off, alright?
No it's not alright. You coulda hurt someone.
I didn't.
You hurt yourself.
That doesn't matter.
Yes it does. You could've died.
Maybe that's why I didn't talk to her.
What?
She doesn't need someone who mixes drugs with alcohol.
That doesn't mean we're bad. Just confused.
But we're angry. And stupid.
How are we stupid.
Newsflash! Punching a hole in the wall and breaking your fingers aren't smart, asshole.
We wouldn't drink or anything around her.
Why not?
You know how we think about her.
So what if she's a goddess. That only strengthens my point.
What?
I won't ruin her with drugs and alcohol.
You and I both know you could never ruin her.
Fuck off...
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lenndrix/30562.html
I was reading it the other day, and I figured that a story is incomplete without looking at all angles of it.
I wonder what she was in there for...
What?
I wonder what she was in there for...
Who?
You know damn well who.
Well what does it matter? She doesn't want to see us.
How would you know?
She was staring at her shoes.
So?
So she doesn't want anything to do with us.
How do you know? How do you know what she wants?
How do you know what I want?
I'm you remember?
Go fuck yourself.
No.
What do you mean no? Go to hell.
No.
Just leave me alone. I don't need this.
I think this is exactly what you need.
What? No. That doesn't make any fucking sense.
It makes more sense than what you did last night.
Fuck off, alright?
No it's not alright. You coulda hurt someone.
I didn't.
You hurt yourself.
That doesn't matter.
Yes it does. You could've died.
Maybe that's why I didn't talk to her.
What?
She doesn't need someone who mixes drugs with alcohol.
That doesn't mean we're bad. Just confused.
But we're angry. And stupid.
How are we stupid.
Newsflash! Punching a hole in the wall and breaking your fingers aren't smart, asshole.
We wouldn't drink or anything around her.
Why not?
You know how we think about her.
So what if she's a goddess. That only strengthens my point.
What?
I won't ruin her with drugs and alcohol.
You and I both know you could never ruin her.
Fuck off...