11.05.02 I am so glad to have you home again, but then it doesn't really matter... New glasses, quarter-inch hair cut... I love you. And I love you so much more when you are gone. Is that fucked up? It's not that I hate you when you are around... but It's like I hardly notice. That's what is fucked. That's what isn't right. This morning as I was leaving you said (quite out of the fucking blue) "I want to marry you"... half-asleep, half-serious, [half-crazy that's me.] I have a splitting headache. It's been a long long long fucking time since I drank. I have been so good. |
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