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The Journal of Trisha De Gracia Almost a Quagmire
11/03/2003 05:38 a.m.
"You are so INFURIATING!"
"Carpe Diem."
"'One pair of candy lips and, your bubblegum tongue'"
"You are so beautiful"
"You're gorgeous, you know that?"
"'Something about the way the hair falls in your face'"
"You are awesome."
"So where are we?"
"I dunno... I'm happy."
"'And I love the shape you take when you're sitting on my pillow case'"
"-But there's the you thing..."
"There's a me thing?"
"Yeah..."
"You tell me where to go and, though I might leave to find it...'"
"I'm happy. At least now you know what you want right? Some people go their whole lives without ever knowing."
"'I'll never let your head, hit the bed-'"
"There's something different about you..."
"You don't know what you do to me... you know that?"
"I'm onto your trickery."
"I'm not exactly being subtle, you know."
"I'm sorry..."
"Do you have any idea how much I'm gonna miss you when you're gone?"
"'- without my hand behind it.'"
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I dont know where I am. Alot of times I don't know what I am... or how I got to be like this. Sorta...wishy washy, you know? I just know that... I'm happy. This... this whole dealy makes me happy... That's a gift. I feel like I'm walking, and I dont know what direction i'm going in, or why... but the sunrise I'm watching as the day settles into sleep is worth it.
I am currently Happy
I am listening to Back to You (acoustic, not bad, not bad at all...)
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