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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.


























Blind Eyes Closed
 
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Bastardization of Real Science  
That's right, I'm supposed to be doing my thermo homework right now, but I can't concentrate. My lower back is killing me, and this time it isn't anything that can't be fixed by a good massage, but I don't have someone for that here. I know Ralph is good at these things but he told me that he'd charge. Bullshit. Ehh whatever I'll deal with it, and I'm sure it'll numb itself down to the dull pain that'll always in the background, as things seem to go now.

I'm guessing you can tell I'm not just talking about my back anymore. It's like I've reduced myself to looking at the world through a black veil, where nothing seems as bright, but nothing really seems as dark either. I guess it's a grey veil. No that doesn't work either. Well either way you know what I mean. I try to keep myself from getting angry at the little things because it wouldn't help anything, and I'll lock it away somewhere inside until I can forget about it. But it never really goes away. One day, all these little things are going to get together and revolt against me. It'll be armageddon, but it'll be so internal that no one will ever know about it besides me. And I know how to hide behind a smile.

I think what'd really help me is if you'd come by to hug me. You don't have to say a fucking word, just come over and give me a hug for a little while. And let that make things okay. It just makes me sad, I guess, that as much as I want this right now, you can't because you're too busy being out with my other friends. Our other friends. Without any of you thinking to ask me. But whatever, it's not important. I'll live, just like I always will.
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