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12*20*01

Talking to walls is better than talking to you

I never feel right seeing him. I either leave feeling terrible or angry, and neither is a good sign. I know I'm detached, but most of me is happy this way. For some reason I can't be content with my friends not knowing lots about me, nor can I force them to want to learn. I have close friends, I'm not deprieved in any sort of social way...I don't know where I'm going with this.

I write emails to people that never write me back. It's like talking to a wall sometimes, you know. Shit, I might just go do some of that tonight.



regress /progress



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