06-06-02 - 12:16 pm
a thin white veil blinds the window next to me. the rain pounding off the conglomeration of mud, grass, grass seed, and so forth, is tiring, but soothing. the way the small hillside looks like the end of the world from here reminds me that it is, basically, just that. i don't want to leave. i'm in euphoric, manic, psychotic state of denial i think. i can't tell.
note to god: im not sure if you browse the web or not, but just in case, i hope things will work out.
note to santa clause: in case the previous didn't work, you never know. for christmas this year id like nothing more than to have her. but a few months early. minus the weird smelling wrapping paper and cheap bow. thanks.
note to self: seek professional help.
note to her: i love you, and i miss you already.
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