I don't want to do this.
I am finding other means of... getting through this. I miss you.
It's an annoying feeling, this stranger thing.
A gentle pressure under my shoulder blades.
On my chest.
I feel like throwing up.
I am finding other ways of getting through this, running out of options, and I am desperate.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
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