they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
Do: Draw L i n es of Relations in Margins. + February 11. 2002 = 11:55 a.m.
+ Sift through yesterday's conversation and it all comes down to one line: I am afraid of that- that you will give up on me. I needed something to hold onto. A sign. Think that may have been it. Think to self: I am slightly insane. Perhaps, have gone off the deep end with this one. walking : _ a fine l i n e. Things shouldn't necessarily be easy , but gawd damn, they shouldn't be so h a r d. _
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