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Nov 21, 2007 00:30

I am alone.

Words are being thrown into my mouth from all sorts of directions and there's no stopping it. I never said any awful things about you or you or you, but you've proceeded to do so about me. Well if it makes you feel better, go for it. Really.

But as for me, I'm keeping my distance from all the excitement and I've progressively returned to staying home much more often and trying to neatly reconstruct my life.

I am alone.

I cut my hair. It's presentable I suppose. I want more off.

Down and out and in desperate need of money. I'm hoping things will get better.

He's one of a kind. He's irresponsible and capable, with a propensity for mood swings. He doesn't take care of himself the way he should and I want to grab him and shake him and warn him of what he's ruining. He's sweet and sour. Arrogant yet uncertain. Still figuring himself out. He's playing with fire and soon enough he's going to get burnt. He'll realize that one day. But he's got a big, beautiful heart and whoever gets to occupy it is a very, very fortunate person.

I am awake too late and I am alone.
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