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20 April 2004

i'm sick again.
i think it might be the plague.
either that or allergies.
too soon to tell.
so, i guess we'll see.

we'll see about everything.
i will let spring be the only defined current happening.

because the last thing i want to do is rush to judge.
i'm always rushing.

also,
i seem to expend great amounts of energy trying not to think about things like broken hearts and people i'm afraid to hurt and what i'm not ready to do and what you're not ready to hear and dreams i'm not willing to give up on yet and what i'll do if you don't call and what you tell your friends and what i tell my friends and how you 'd feel if you woke up next to me and how you feel in general.

the most certain i feel is in those hours i pass between daylights, when we are either our most honest or most devious selves. and sometimes there is this tone in your voice that makes me doubt nothing and it's those moments of clarity that keep me settled down. cos baby, if those aren't reality then you are the best actor i've ever seen.

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