colored: Sept. 27, 2002 (10:43 pm)

it's really hard to try to sleep imagining you and know that you are elsewhere. and i instantly wonder: do you enjoy yourself more with them? do you ever think of me?

i wish the truth was clear.

and, more importantly, that the truth is what i want it to be.

which makes me feel weak.

it's hard for me to rememer the the truth is high school, empty beds, lonely nighs and wondering. it's more beautiful when images of you are superimposed.

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