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Jan 05, 2011 00:20

I have an entire journal devoted to you.

How insane is that? An entire book of memories devoted just to you. And I talk to you like you read it still. Like you get the same insane urges that I get to come back to it. To me it's like a tree stump where we had our first kiss. Not that it exists.

You're so quiet these days. We're so quiet these days. This is the second year in a row you haven't called me on christmas/new year. It still weirds me out. I still wait for some reason. One day I probably won't. I hopefully won't. That'd be pathetic.

I'll keep coming back here. I don't think it's unhealthy to write out my feelings. And so what if it's public to an extent. It's nothing I wouldn't deny.

I can't believe I have to go to Raleigh. Do you know what kind of feelings this dredges up for me? It's hell. Sucks. What can I do though. I'm not sure "my ex boyfriend who broke my heart is from here and I'd hate to have to think of him while I sit in a shitty hotel room with no car" is a good excuse to skip a work business trip. I'd sure like to try it though.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RF28I9VNwGk
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