Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My life, through my eyes, to my fingers, on your screen, through your eyes. The date went well, in clinical studies. But, that thing wasn't there. The thing I don't have words for. Wasn't there. I can't imagine fucking him. And, I don't know if that's because of a lack of imagination, or because I don't want to. . I've become the woman I've always hated. With manicured feet and hands, shoes matching purse, perfectly applied lipstick that lasts for 5 hours, a pack of cigarettes, and two rum and cokes. You would more than likely hate me too. (Just 'cause you feel it, doesn't mean it's there.) 2:32 a.m. - 2003-07-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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