celine: Jul. 14, 2002 (10:05 am)

there are simple lunatics and there are others, tortured by an obsession with civilization

i don't want to think of anything else. except that single may afternoon. when everything we wanted was right there. and it was over. why can't we do this anymore? because you keep leading me on? because you felt like you were raping me? which one was it. it was the first one, wasn't it?

maybe acting from confusion wa a fantasy. maybe you're just as fucking indifferent as everyone else.

but i don't know. everything could be solved with a phone call that you won't have, that i'm afraid of anyway. last monday was so easy. i could've lived in last monday forever.

why didn't you let me leave when i wanted to?

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