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Monday, October 18, 2004

i talked to her again two days ago. or was it yesterday? it doesn't matter. everytime i do, it must be because something has gone wrong and everyone has run away.
i don't remember where she came from and who sent her. i don't remember how it began. but i have a suspicion all those people outside the windows were her all along. there was Michael and the others. i only remembered one name; Michael. i talked to him when i was already in this building. now i remember he has a brother. and i talk to him sometimes too but it seems to be rarely.
there were others. i know it. and all of them were the same. attentive, critical and helpful. perhaps i wasn't ready to accept her for who she was when i was younger. thus the imaginary made up friends.
i accept her now.

Posted by NHJ 10/18/2004 07:00:00 pm