aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- curse (alt.: \"i'm a womanizer who doesn't enjoy sex anymore\") today may have contained the silliest synchronicity i have ever experienced (and by "silliest" of course i mean "most absurdly depressing") i don't feel like going into much detail, but that's that. how in god's stupid unimaginative name (Dieu, Dios, Бог.. should the respective word for "pencil" really be so invariably prettier?) am i supposed to trust what i feel when that very feeling inevitably causes some tragedy four months down the road? it's really throwing me off, when all the fake bits get mixed up in the real bits.. end of line. i expected us (different us.. i have so many us-es.. us? uss..) to diverge so much more than we did. are you as false and convincing as i accused you of being, do you make all the boys feel this way? or are my dreams somehow correct for once - do i understand you like you understand me? do we communicate above-below-beside words like sean and i do? is that same murderous sadness crawling around the corners of your eyes too? i kind of hope so. i still try to make whale faces into the mirror, and the way you smell still makes me grin like a fool. 3:36 a.m. - 2009-11-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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