pocket: Jun. 29, 2002 (9:22 pm)

a third today, because i think i might learn something. i've felt this way for weeks: that everyone else is out with their true friends and i am home typing here, apathetically infront of the tv or reading. and i've never seen so much proof before the summer. and what am i supposed to do?

and i sometimes feel like everyone has these pockets of people (one, two, three or so) whom they trust. and he was my pocket. and he left. and it seems like i should be able to go out and meet someone who makes me happier. but it's not that easy. and i think i find these replacements, but i can't tell what they think yet. and i say yet, but i'm afraid that yet is ever. 'cause see they aleady have their pockets.

(in the people's history of the us zinn critisizes these pockets. he wishes for a pocket of all human beings. but i think that pockets well still remain better than anything, because besides honesty and trust there is a closeness that is impossible to achieve with every human)

i'm not really close with anyone anymore

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