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March 5, 2008
Reflecting white reflections The negative of you. Only in memory your face lingers You asked me if I fed the cat. Wrapped in stiff sheets I turned over, camera pointed at you unsuspecting, unprepared, unlovely. You didn’t smile.

I wonder if we’ll ever be okay; if you like me at all.

I am so tired of being human; complicated. Reasons on top of reasons covering up all the impulses and emotions. The love and instability and emotions. After years of analyzing studying theorizing - have we found anything out?

Boys are bad at the phone. And girls just want love.