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[30 Jun 2003|02:41pm] |
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Sorry I haven't been posting as much as I used to, I guess maybe I forgot about this thing in everything that's been going on. I promised myself a couple of years ago that I would keep this journal thing going, I would write everything that I've ever done, including things I ate. Stupid, isn't it? I guess I kind of broke that promise. -She sighs, leans back in her chair and stares at the white box- Lately, it's been so hard to write in here. I don't really know what to say. I don't know if it's because I don't know where to start or something else.
We brought Spike back awhile ago and I think it's time to bring back Anya. I'm ready. I know this. Bringing Spike back took a lot out of me, but I can do this. I just wish we could do it already. As much as I hate to say it, I miss her. We were never the best of friends, but she was a part of this group. We need to get her back. Sometimes I feel selfish by doing this. Pulling these people out of wherever they are because we need them. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the bad guy by doing this. I don't know anymore. I hardly see my best friends and we all live in the same house.
- She stares at what she wrote for a moment and figures she has nothing else to say, hits update journal and climbs back into bed, pulling the blanket close-
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