and with these drinks i plan to collapse, and forget this wasted year these wasted years. devoted friends, they disappear. and i'm sorry about the phone call; and needing you. some decisions you don't make. i guess it's just like breathing, or not wanting to. there are some things you can't fake. i guess that it's typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again, and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago, or a friend that you used to know. and there below his frozen face, you wrote the name and that ancient date, and you can't believe that he's really gone. when all that's left is a fucking song, and i'm sorry about the phone call; and waking you. i know that it is late, but thank you for talking, because i needed to. some things just can't wait.
So I got tired of blurty because of the friend limit. I'm going to try this. My blurty is still running, so feel free to take a gander. It's usually public. Kaycuties.
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