translate: Sept. 22, 2002 (5:45 pm)

with lonely people you know just what you are. but you don't know if they actually want you there of if you are all there is.

i feel like i can only communicate through writing. and it is so sick. because something gets lost in translation.

i don't miss him. but i miss how he sometimes made me feel. special to him. those girls were pretty, and i know he had pretty girls too, but i never had to see them. i never felt like pure intellectual stimulation before.

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