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07/31/2004 03:09 a.m.

to be honest, i don't care what it is. i don't even need to hear the words to know what it is you are going to say. your voice killed everything in me anyway. it's funny, because you are probably beating yourself up more than i ever will.

he doesn't understand that i simply cannot be angry with him. we made no promises, there will be no broken hearts.

on another yet very similar note, my chest feels as if it is about to implode. and as cool as that sounds, it is quite an awful feeling.

I am currently Unsure
I am listening to elvis costello