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[19 Oct 2003|10:48am] |
Zoe sent me another message yesterday. Any contact i have with her is now seemingly limited to Instant messenger, despite her living one block away. It saddens me, could be one of my greatest friendships never to get truly off the ground. I like talking to Zoe. As i said, she has a curious verbal for someone of her age. It's refreshing. I think the only time we've ever really talked alone was one rainy evening in May when she was out at the Indian, and stopped off in the Bell for ten minutes. I liked that time. There was a conversation going there. Oh well.
I had to work on my own last night, but as it transpired this was a piece of piss, and nothing went wrong! Hooray. Except, we have to do it all a fucking gain in half an hour.
I'm searching for a day when the skin isn't dry, and when i'm not to afraid to cry. See you later.
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