ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it sounds like they're in love with you your friend loves you. you are halfway home. your back hurts. you need some money. i had to catch a bus, i had to go to work. i had to wake up at some ungodly hour and leave behind living dreams coming true in order to drive to work. you can't walk yourself halfway home. i fell asleep with stars in my eyes, i fell asleep when i turned 17. i hope not to wake up anytime soon. you moved away and did really well. you moved away and stopped talking to all your old friends. your friends love you. you fell asleep with your back to everyone, and they were trying to talk to you and have fun, and make sure you were there and hoped you were ok, but you didn't think it counted, they could never really be there in your dreams with you. i moved away and came right back. why not? what else? what would i be doing if you'd never written me? what page would my life be on? how miserable or surprisingly empty would i be? i am as terrified as i am overwhelmed as i am elated. brian wilson made pet sounds when he was 23. ian curtis made closer when he was about that old. i miss you so much i can't believe it. i can't tell if i miss you or i want to let go of all the possibilities and rememberances of pain. you made your best record when you were my age. your new friend plays drums all the time. her soft heart feels everything. it sounds like they're in love with you. 2:10pm - 2.2.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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