present: Nov. 05, 2002 (8:06 pm)

i want my fingers to type beautiful words, i want my hands to form chords, i want my eyes to stop hurting and i want my body to be where i want to be.

last year at this time they asked us something we had done lately that made us happy. i didn't have and answer so i made one up. and now i do. now i have a few. but i think that's why i can't concentrate, why i can't work, why i keep crying when i come home from school. and you have to remember: i'm crying alone.

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