February 6, 2007
i got your note yesterday, it was half-pasted to my bedroom mirror. i half read it. you never spell out the words, you only abbreviate them. you abbreviate everything. your existance was abbreviated. i have forgotten what you sound like, and what face you make in photographs. i have also remembered, that i never really knew what you sounded like, and that you only make one face in photographs, but i have never been able to capture it. maybe that's why i hate you; you have always evaded my lens. somehow you always manage to hide your face from me.