"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
can't create onomatopoeia that could translate the bother noises from potterpuppetpals
Monday, October 29, 2007

Blogging from journalism again. Isn't Hamilton sweet? Letting me burn 9 dvds in her stead. She's had a rough couple days.

I miss Strahmae. A lot. More than you guys could really, really know. 8th grade is simple. Simple. I could teach it. We could hang. Let me let you know when my coherency returns. I fear it. Like this. Like...

Like I have to call Jam for Jackie. Mmm. If I could just eat some rice maybe I'd understand myself better, but that was crazy. Aren't I just?
The blogosphere is dangerous. Not for people like Caroline..or Emilea. For me. Me makes not sense because it feels foreign. Not bad. It doesn't feel bad.

Someone stop me before I waste my life on this thing.

Still fasting,
Awaiting your email,
Trying not to use substitute words,
Hoping you're well,
Ending this,
Emily

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