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2001-10-24 - 2:06 a.m. - andrew. like i think i just want to smoke cigarettes for the rest of my life. its been one of those weeks. the kind that are just profoundly depressing and frustrating and i just want to go home (to dayton) and sit infront of the fireplace and drink hot chocolate and (gasp) talk to my parents (has he lost his mind)? hey, i think i can admit at the age of 22 that i love and need my parents. its not like when i was 15 and refused to go to movies with them for fear of being seen by kids who i didn't even care about but who i knew would make fun of me if spotted with my parents at a movie. ya know?im thinking of our friendship and how it started. it was a long fucking time ago. i don't even remember how it began. i remember miniture golf with heather sanders. and then we didn't hang out much. and then...i dont really remember much until the night when linda called to tell me you were in an accident and i was half asleep and woke up the next morning thinking it was all a dream until i saw christie at school. and then everything begins to gel and i can remember from then on out. how all of us sort of changed. and how everything all of a sudden meant everything and nothing all at the same time. i dont know why i was thinking about all of this. i just was. and i just wanted to remind you that you are the best friend anyone could ever have. i think i need to sleep. im fucking tired. xoxo listen to: his name is alive. bruce springsteen. flashpapr. french me. � � |