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Going crazy. Or perhaps already gone. I try I really do, I think, perhaps I think too much. I care, perhaps I care too much. But it seems that unless I'm there he dosen't care. And even then he dosen't seem to half the time. I know what I should do, but I just can't. I promised myself and everytime I think of being without him I feel the tears well up and my chest get tight with suppressed emotion. I read some old convos of ours today. How happy we were! How full of life! Neither of us have that anymore, not even when around other people. At least not that I see. I wish, oh I'm always wishing. And that dosen't seem to go too well either....
 ThiefofLives · Fri Nov 25, 2005 @ 11:15pm · 0 Comments |
