Saturday, July 9
i'm sorry.
ally: i may as well stop denying it. yeah. it's you. but it's not your fault. it's mine. all mine. you've done nothing wrong. it's just me feeling insecure and retarded. i'm sorry. i really am. i'm such an idiot. it's my fault. don't stop. you're good. better than me. please forgive me. and please kill me.
jean: i'll be there.
serene: no matter how angry i was with you yesterday, i'll still love you. guess we've got too many differences to live peacefully for more than a few months at a time, but we can still work things out like we've always done. remember to call me tonight yeah?
bev: if you only knew the price mortals have to pay for happiness. be careful not to flaunt your joy, heaven might get jealous.
van: i guess everything is just an illusion, and we can never know our destinies. fate makes such fools out of us. just sail, sail along.
chris: i know you will understand this without my explaining. it is titled 'solitary observation brought back from a sojourn in hell', by louise bogan.
At midnight tears / Run into your ears.jan: you remember us talking about how a person needs three hugs a day to be happy? years ago, when hugs flowed freely and we walked about, arms linked. well, these past 6 months, i can count the number of hugs i recieve in a school day on one hand. i hold up no fingers.
i remember vaguely that one happy week a few months ago. i resolve to make this week happy. nothing, nothing is going to get me down. it's all a matter of perspective right? well. i'm going to look at the bright side of things for once and convince myself that in a course of a lifetime, nothing will matter except the little happy things.
it must've been love.
2:06 pm
xoxo
