painted fresh, painted flesh: May. 11, 2003 (9:48 am)

you drive too fast and too far to the right (hah) and you have no idea where the fuck you are going because you only know your school and your friends houses. i mean, that's you. that's fine. i just don't like it much. you are less skinny now, your neck is thicker. you look tired as you touch me. okay. you always move your mouth all over and you never kiss me anymore because this is after. okay. it's okay, that's all i wanted anyway so maybe it's time to get going again. it's time to be moving on i think if i'm only looking at you for what i want and not who you are. spent my afternoon on the phone with david and making a tape for cameron and making plans with adriane. wrote jake a nice note because i don't think we've been talking much lately and i meant it. caitlin and me spoke shallowly. as long as your happy who cares. you can laugh at your jokes and i'll laugh at mine and that's the way it can be with us if you want, kiddo.

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