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2002-05-14 9:49 p.m.

second today.

i can't stop writing. i feel like i just want to write something out of me. but i can't here. or there. or in that other place. too many people have closed down bits and bites of peices of parts of me. and my emotions. and everything that i could/do say to everyone is somehow slightly damaging and there are one billion secrets crowding into our tiny spaces in conversation. to make sure that you know that story, that i'm not ruining anything, i'm not telling you something you're not supposed to know. because you don't know me/she/he/it/this secret. these bits that we hide in corners right behind our shoulders. these tents that we zip parts of ourselves into.

i hate hate hate hate hate knowing things about people. i don't want to know any secrets. i want to tell every secret. even all of mine.

but the ramifications.

o.

i'm probably supposed to be writing. i mean, i have a dossier due in like a month. not like, about. about. about. about.

i wish i were a cat, and just slept in the sun. and ate. and climbed on things and wrecked things. o yes, i like wrecking things......

i really really need something done with my hair. horrid hair. (i'm trying to lighten the mood.....)

given up... secretly....trying to lighten the mood?

previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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