February 02, 2004

6:47 p.m.

...the pleasure that my sadness brings

But I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears. Our conversations are circles. Always one sided. Nothing is clear. Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack. He says the choices were given. Now you must live them or just not live, but do you want that?

And I promise that this will be the last time I'll ever complain about all of this because I can live with or without it and therefore I'll stay detached if I have to because it's just a matter of control after all. Once again, I agree with you. that you're right. it's just life and I'm just going to live it the way I wanted senior year to play out.

-g1

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