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You never seem to care.
On Thursday, Nov. 17, 2005 at 6:17 p.m.

I swear, the world is conspiring agaisnt me.

Ever get that feeling?

I can't concentrate in any of my classes. I can't sleep because my mind is racing.

I get the nervous, free fall, so this is what they're talking about when they say their heart soared feeling when I think about telling him.

When I want to say something, he doesn't pick up the phone. When he's around he always leaves prematurely. Maybe he's got the idea and wants us both to save face. But I don't care about the odds of my feelings being requited. I just want to be able to move on.



hold me close like we both died
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