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Apr. 21st, 2009 | 09:50 pm

Reality check.

Are you the favorite person of anybody?

I used to be.

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Apr. 19th, 2009 | 07:50 am

Visiting my mother for a few days.
Beo is visiting, too.
He and Hyatt are like boyfriends.
Hyatt started sniffing around his butt,
and Beo batted him away with his paw.
'Not right now, sweetie, I have a headache.'

It's pretty much the cutest thing ever.

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Apr. 16th, 2009 | 11:49 am

songs that make me cry:
I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie
Needle in the Hay by Elliot Smith
Rope Ends by Pain of Salvation
I know I Know I Know by Tegan and Sara
Strawberry by Paul Baribeau

What are yours?

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Apr. 3rd, 2009 | 09:20 am

on pedometers

me: I think it's broken, it's not counting my steps.
him: That's because you don't walk... you glide.

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Mar. 27th, 2009 | 06:41 pm

Both of my grandmothers who live bunches
of states away from each other and never talk
sent me the same birthday card.

I'm a less of a nervous wreck these days,
and now that I'm feeling a bit better
I'm starting to realize how much I miss William.

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Mar. 16th, 2009 | 07:38 pm

I'm supposed to get better soon.
[I know, I know. They've said it before,
but I kind of believe it this time]

When the crazy is gone, what will be left?
I haven't been 'myself' in so long
that I'm not sure if she's just buried,
or if she's completely disappeared.

Will I be me again, or will I need to rebuild?
[Please, please, please let it be the first one.]

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Mar. 11th, 2009 | 12:57 am

I've always kind of wished
that I was a prettier crier.

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Mar. 2nd, 2009 | 05:44 am

He lay there realizing how thoroughly he'd removed himself from the world or obligations, how stupidly independent he'd become; he needed no one, was not a part of anyone's life. He'd so thoroughly removed himself from the world of dependencies and obligations, he wasn't sure he still existed.

Oh, A.M. Homes.
Always getting it exactly right.

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Feb. 16th, 2009 | 07:16 pm

Inside the apartment:
I feel pretty good.
Mostly happy.
I can be around people
without freaking out.
I remember to do
important things.
Less panic attacks.

Outside the apartment:
I am a total wreck.

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Feb. 9th, 2009 | 01:09 am

I know he's upset, and he misses it,
but (not secretly) I'm glad
I have a piece of William tonight.