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Jan 13, 2005 23:35

Rest only comes to my heart when you sleep in my arms.

If you are really bored, go back and read some of the entries in this journal. I was crazy! I wrote some good shit though. I should bring some to my therapist. I never realized how suicidal I am. I am still feeling like that, but I think my new meds are working a lot better than the ones I was on before.

I have a problem. I think I lost the boys. But, perhaps it was time. I felt like it was so one-sided. I mean, they didn't call me for a fucking month. And now they act all wierd around me. I don't know. Things are different. I feel like I should talk to them. And even Margaret suggested a nice sit-down conversation, but I think I'm gonna just let things rest for now.
Secondly, I need some friends. Tony, I love you, but you work a million hours a week. We should go to Philly. I think I would enjoy that.
I'm gonna go watch Futurama and perhaps call Justin.
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