morbidhippie's Diaryland Diary McCafe and drank a coffee and smoked 6 cigarettes and i wrote to you on a serviette while i was surrounded by families and people from school and pregnant teenage girls - you dialled my number the other night and sat there listening to my phone ring (i wonder if you were relieved when no one picked up) - you showed yourself for a brief moment and now you have retreated once again i was pissed off and sent you an email telling you so in words like this, unformed sentences because thats the way i was thinking everything was in fragments but that wasn't all i said - i don't even know if you would've read it - this has to be real because i can't comprehend that it isn't it hurts to think about so i just don't - anymore - you dialled my number i still can't believe it - last night i got more stoned than i had been for a long time it was unexpected although sought after - i can feel your hands on my cheek and neck and your lips on myne sometimes and i bled for you on thursday night because i thought it was bad later for some reason i realised that the cut in between my breasts and across the top of my stomch is where my hands sits after creeping up my shirt when i'm singing or trying to get to sleep and it's where i feel it when i think of you (i wonder if you get that to) just the thought of you triggers a physical reaction i want to know what that is - (it doesn't take alot to confuse me, i'm not aware of the passing of time) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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