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Tuesday, Jan. 08, 2008
6:43 a.m.
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Dreamt last night, about him, and those few nights that didn't mean anything in the end. I woke up with his hair on my hand and a text message from my friend, saying he'll be at their house the same time as me, if it's okay with me.

If it's okay with me? He's the one that left.

What I figure will happen is, we'll be okay for half an hour. He'll ignore me, I'll ignore him, he'll laugh and joke with everyone else, I'll freak out and leave and take one of the less attached friends with me. He'll listen to me cry, I'll tell him this, that, whatever, I'll drive home and feel determined.

I don't know what I'll be determined to do yet, but I'll figure it out.

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