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its sunday. a day i've forever associated with this feeling. or rather, the culmination of this feeling.
i mumble when i walk down the street these days. i don't even notice when i do it. i add facial expressions and hand gestures. i ask questions and try hard to answer myself. i dont even feel guilty or embarrassed.
friday was good. in the way good means a successful distraction.
but it brought forth a regretful saturday and a depression filled sunday.
the internet is a devil
but it keeps me sitting in the middle of conversations.
invisible to the players
and (almost) as informed.
i should have known that the events of thursday night would have ended like they did.
i was stupid to recieve with open arms
and a closed mind.
you made me realize that what i was that night is all i can really be in that business.
i want to stop thinking that being reckless is going to solve things
teresa is hurting right now.
and i want to say over and over and over again that i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you
i mumble when i walk down the street these days. i don't even notice when i do it. i add facial expressions and hand gestures. i ask questions and try hard to answer myself. i dont even feel guilty or embarrassed.
friday was good. in the way good means a successful distraction.
but it brought forth a regretful saturday and a depression filled sunday.
the internet is a devil
but it keeps me sitting in the middle of conversations.
invisible to the players
and (almost) as informed.
i should have known that the events of thursday night would have ended like they did.
i was stupid to recieve with open arms
and a closed mind.
you made me realize that what i was that night is all i can really be in that business.
i want to stop thinking that being reckless is going to solve things
teresa is hurting right now.
and i want to say over and over and over again that i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you