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July 20, 2003



He looks at me with that pleading look I've seen so many times
before. Anger swells inside me as I remember how long I thought
that look was genuine.

"Why do you have to be like this? Why can't we still be friends?"

Sighing, I flick my cigarette over the railing, watching it arc
its way to the pavement.

"You never were my friend."

14 december 98

My god. It's almost down to the letter. (No, this does
NOT refer to anyone in the audience.)

music: Kings of Convenience: Gold for the price of silver

candice at July 20, 2003 02:47 AM


Oop. I can't decide if that site is immensely cool or immensely sad, or some combination of both. Also somewhat thankful not to find any of my own bittersweets in there.

Posted by: Waider at July 21, 2003 04:26 AM

It's a resurrection of a site long dead; I used to read it around the beginning of college, too. I can't read much of it now in my current state of mind.

Posted by: candice at July 21, 2003 01:59 PM

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