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I'd like to thank you for once again ditching us for your girlfriend. It makes us feel very good. I hope this choice is really what you want, because that's it for me. Talk to you later...
Or not.
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[28 Mar 2005|02:47pm] |
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These Arms Are Snakes - Big News |
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Fragile and gentle, gentle and fragile
Your hands touched my artificial hands
And they still felt cold, I know they felt cold
My eyes were nothing when they were closed.
I saw what it did to you
And we folded our hands.
I asked you to be careful
You pulled what you wanted away
And pushed what you wanted to stay away
When you wanted to stay away.
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Well, now that you're keeping me out of your life, I think it's only fair that I do the same.
Sorry, I don't know how else to explain it.
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[26 Mar 2005|10:37am] |
I am sick and tired of being lied to.
If you don't want to see me anymore, just tell me.
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[22 Mar 2005|12:08am] |
Every day Ryan saw approximately sixty women that he had never seen before. So, in the four years he had lived around Orangeville, Ryan had seen around 75,120 different women. Of these 75,120 women, roughly 10,000 were under twenty years of age and over seventeen years of age. Of the 10,000 only 5,000 weighed between one hundred and one hundred twenty-five pounds. Of these 5,000 only 1,000 were not ugly. Only 500 were reasonably attractive, only 100 were quite attractive, only 25 could have inspired a long, slow whistle. And with only one did Ryan fall in love with at first sight.
Ryan saw in her a positive remedy for a gigantic monster of loneliness which had been looming around his heart since he had come to Orangeville.
I think I'm having an attack of apoplexy.
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[13 Mar 2005|02:47am] |
I'm back to where I left myself. That place I was at not too long ago. It's the same place where you're not. I can't change the past and remove the path. To somehow lead you back to me. If you'd listened or paid attention, you'd know that you're so far ahead of me.
You knew, so why didn't you say so? Slow it down. You just stand there saying nothing. Going nowhere. So what do I know? Is this what you wanted? To be right back where we started? Because right now, we're right back where we started.
The ink flows too fast from retracing this line. And the pen runs dry. Holding on, holding still.
Sometimes the sky looks dirty just before it rains. Afterwards, the sun falls on my feet. Your body, I hardly remember how it feels. Don't know how we looked before we fell.
Believe me, I don't want to feel the way I do. And I know that you need someone too. Someone that will make you feel just like floating.
Today is the day after the last. Not to worry. Trouble is incoming. Contrary to popular belief, I could really use some disturbance here to accompany me and privacy here. Just think about all the things Ms. Hesitant prevents us from doing. Sometimes the sunshine supplements my sadder days. I can't help to think that tomorrow will be better. But these days, tomorrow takes forever. I've had it up to here with the inclement weather, but this way tomorrow won't remember.
Sure, I do forgive you. But how will I forget?
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[10 Mar 2005|01:37am] |
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In a few days, this will be the journal that I will be using. I'm going to abandon the other one, for personal reasons. I'll be commenting on every person's journal to let them know about the change, then I'll just leave the other one. I won't delete it, because there are still entries in it that I like to read from time to time.
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