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gretchen (pinkunicorn) wrote,
@ 2003-12-15 18:11:00
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    Current mood: disappointed
    Current music:le tigre-dude your so crazy

    living in your letters
    things are just floating along. Not much happens, just lots to do in a short amount of time, i used to wish the days werent so long but now i wish they were a bit longer.
    The ice skating rink was weird for lots of different reasons. I kept staring at the ice beneath my feet and wondering how i used to be so good at this. It was also kinda like...uh someone talk to me? I dont know, maybe im not as interesting to talk to as i used to be because last year it seemed like people wanted to talk to me spontanously and now its like i have to be the one to make an effort to communicate with a human being. I want to do something so bad. Over the summer i did so many rebelious things, and it was, nothing at all happens. Nothing. And everyday all my conversations with Caroline only seem to involve seth and his moods and her moods and their weirdness. And you can imagine how much i love this. I'm thinking and hoping that things will be so much better when christmas rolls around but i cant think of a reason why that would change anything.
    My history final was so hard; i didnt study. I wish i was graduating this year but im not, in fact i have 2 more years.
    I think im going to get completely fucked over on getting my license and ive been waiting to be 16 all my life. And its great that i cant even get a hold of anyone at the DMV because they dont answer their phones.
    Isnt my life fucking awesome?

    Always assuming the worst, but your going on nonetheless,
    And there's nothing to cushion your heart led fall.
    Letters from further away keep pulling me closer to home.
    And there's something to cushion my callous sighs.
    And i know that you hope for long good good-byes.
    Embracing for forever and falling in your eyes.
    Pouring over photographs, Im living in your letters.
    Breathe deeply from this envelope it smells like you and i cant be,
    Without that scent its filling me with all you mean to me.

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