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May 11, 2006 23:37

Take a look at your LJ friends list, then list up to ten things you want to say to ten different LJ friends...DO NOT state who these people are. DO NOT confirm nor deny any "comment speculation".

1.) You say my words but they sound better off of your tongue. Or, to be technical, the words sound better from your keyboard and your fingers. And I suppose, in amphibianlike-fashion, it is because I appreciate your wit and touch-and-go wisdom and your poetry that doesn't send me off my rocker, that I can't wait. Also, the world awaits.
2.) I never see you around anymore, but I can tell you anything. Half the time your journal is cryptic, or you're not updating, or you're talking about people/events I don't know and haven't witnessed. But you're funny and you remind me of that guy in that book. And you're the best.
3.) I want to write the way you do-- you're like those essayists we study in class, and there's always some greater theme lurking intelligently behind whatever you're saying, or your phrasing of the most commonplace (commonplace to you, anyway) events make it seem that way. Your life seems an endless adventure and you make it a story I want to read and I wish I was living. I could learn a lot from you. I do learn a lot from you.
4.) You are one of the best people I know but I cannot bring myself to read your journal. I skip over it on the friends page and I feel like I have no interest in your life... I do not know why this is. Sad, because it mirrors my journal on some level, at least in the "above everything" but not really being above anything at all.
5.) I am the "criminal" and someday you'll know. I do not understand your entries, especially lately. Sometimes I wonder if you're writing about me, but I'll never find out because I'll never ask. Besides, I'm self-centered enough to think everyone is writing about me, so it's probably a selfish feeling anyway. I often wonder if what I once thought was great is just a small child mistaken for greatness.
6.) You, I rarely ever talk to anymore. Never, actually. I don't comment so much either. Your life is immensely interesting to read about-- yours is one of the first journals I scroll to on my friends page, despite the fact that I barely actually know you and you barely actually know me. I usually do not know the story behind what you are saying although sometimes I can deduce... Many of the entries are slightly depressing, but not in a way that over-glorifies depression or exaggerates the situation. Plus, you are witty. You are the kind of person whom I think I would like to have as a friend on a normal day to day basis.
8.) Your entries are short and sweet and to-the-point (very you, I think) and I read them. And you're still one of my favorite people, and I may never really understand you, or know the whole truth, (or maybe you've already told it and I just wasn't listening), but I think we'll always remain friends, at least until we fall out of touch after high school, which may well happen.
9.) Why are you on my friends page anyway? I read your journal on occasion, but I don't understand how it happened. I didn't know you so well before and I don't know you at all now and it's ridiculous and you should be deleted, I'm (not so) sorry to say. Your life is very angsty and slightly annoying to read about. But sometimes I identify, here and there, once in a blue moon, in the few and far between that I choose to read.
10.) We must have some deplorable inherent connection...or some disgusting ability to read each others' emotions and actions to an acute, intangible point. And I hate it. It's ugly and dirty and filthy and all the while implicit, or I think it is. I know it is, to be pretentious. And we're both doing the same thing, but for different reasons. You'll never be who you want to be.
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