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2003-06-29 - 6:49 p.m.

things are oh so complicated in this bric-a-brac town of thieves and assholes. I worry sometimes that i might drown in the self indulgence of it all. But i remind myself that we all start over sometimes needlessly or is it rather heedlessly, say what you will of reckless abandonment i like to think of it as a filter of sorts, to what i have not come to terms with..in my conscious voice. I have made it a rather silly habit of drawing upon similarity (without right or point) for example the one i miss most called me a few weeks ago and said a friend of hers had died in an auto wreak not but a week later a friend of mine past under similar circumstances. I reflected on this for quiet a while comparing and contrasting the resent events that had shaped our breathing. i had all but dismissed it as coincidence on one Sunday lingering, i was speaking to my father about why a puddle of tears had suddenly appeared beneath my feet in times so dry. I could only resolve that i could not contain my suffocation any longer without her around my breath was stifled and short. i had not breathed gently or completely since her lacking and i worried i would soon lose my ability to cover my sad disposition. Father always callous reminded me that though i may feel so, she may not, and by the by when was the last time she called.. i said.. nearly a week ago. He quickly followed my reply with.. well then isn't it obvious that she cares not half as much as you do? Then i began to doubt if she did care... she says she cares and misses me terribly. His only rebuttal was a look of knowledge that only years can bring. At which i knew my place as the loser of this discourse. We continued to speak on the failures of our lives and within ten minutes my phone rang.

because riding on city buses for a hobby is sad

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