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Monday, April 13, 2009

my first day back after spring break was something close to perfect :)
it really was.
i have amazing besties and i did really well on both my physics lab report and essay.

5. the world is a cold dark place not to have a best friend (if not best friends)

jessica also got me just listen for singapore .
thanks jess :)
and ive been spending the last hour reading it, only i have to stop now because i really need to start doing my speak up research thing.
the only thing that would make this day perfect would be him.
i need his existence. i need him to not just ignore me or shut me off but be there for me, right now. i'm still trying to get over the sadness thats been haunting me and find what once made me fully happy, but i can't do it when he's not here. it's like a piece of puzzle gone missing. it won't be perfect unless you have the last piece.
i need the piece he took away, back :(
sometimes i still dream about what we could have been. it's hard living a life filled with secrets. there's too much and when i feel like telling i can't tell the whole story, there's always this thing that i have to hide. sometimes all i need is understanding and even though my besties have given me that and more
there's one person who needs to listen and understand but apparently doesn't want to do so, you..

i can get over you, i know i can. there's just so many pieces and it'll take a long long time.



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