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25 april 2003.
when i think of diaries, i think of those small multi-colored ones with a cheap lock and key and strawberry scented pages. what was written inside of them was usually just as juvenile. that will be the theme of the evening. i appologize in advance for the excessive eye-rolling this may cause: i wish i could call you a lier but i know that was never a character you wanted to play, and dishonesty was never your intention. but you can't reassure someone of an absolute truth for months upon months and then announce it's all been reconstructed. you cant just rebuild, you've got to clean up the mess first, and there's debris scattered halfway across the country. i wanted to be fucked, but not like this. |
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