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My girlfriend is angry with me because I'm "never around." I never knew I had a life outside of her; for two years now I've based the lack thereof around her. Trying not to be hurt by her words is like trying not to get burnt when you're touching a hot stove. Trying not to scream out in pain when a gallon of boiling water falls over your skin; it'll blister but eventually it'll fade. To be honest (I am to a fault), it hurt me to read her journal today only because when I'm gone it's necessary. I don't leave her side if I don't have to. It's borderline obsession between the lines of the love we've shared, but suddenly it's not enough anymore. I'm not sure what to do. A friend wrote about love and it's about expression; I wonder how many more ways I could possibly tell you I'm ultimately devoted to your every inch. I walk your skin. I breathe your release. I would live in the nape of your neck if it was at all possible. Do you need it in another language? Je suis finalement et totalment consacré à tu. Je trouve la vérité dans vos chuchotements. Je veux habiter dans votre coeur. I can't believe you can say I don't notice you when I hang on your every word. You're all I notice anymore, why don't you see that? Maybe I'm not what you need anymore. People change, situations change. Maybe it's not what you thought it would be two years ago, a year ago, a month ago. I don't know anything anymore except my love for you.
I had a show on Friday night.
I had a show on Friday night.