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( 08.16.2003 )
i wish i could have talked to him today. any moment, any length of time. doesn't matter. but running around for 10 hours straight causes a sort of hindrance.
i'm so tired i can't even begin to explain. let's fill up this white space with the blah blah blah's and all the other etc etc etc's.
(all i feel like typing are words describing how much i want you here.)
my mind is lost in a white room. i can't even touch the walls - they keep expanding; out of reach. i can't think unless i have ideas to grasp onto, but they aren't there. nothing is there. it's all so fucking numb.
