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Thursday, January 25, 2007

fever thursday

what an eeriely bad week of geometry, dying fishes, boys destined for failure and endless strings of brief phonecalls with fiends. oh. i mean friends.

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when she became unreachable was the exact time, i started being honest. she found out detestable, odious things which i never told anyone before, because just this once i love someone more than i love myself. do you know what she said? i know all that. i just wished you told me sooner. i tried not to cry too much because she thinks crying is for sissies which is totally ironic considering what a baby she is. then i said, i'm not going to subject our friendship to a drift away stretched over years of reluctant emails and rare calls. we mean so much more than that. let's just jump off and die. i thought i heard a muffled sob on the other line then she said,

let's.

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i want to be the surgeon that cuts you open, that fixes all of life's mistakes.
Posted by NHJ 1/25/2007 06:51:00 pm