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Hey y'all. Sorry about not writing and shit. i'm all happy and pissed at the same time, so when I get like that, when everything turns inside, I close off. Don't say a fucking word.
But thanks Continuous Ache and 'Phobe for getting me off my ass because I think writing it down helps somehow.
I don't know.
So much has happened since I went to Maria's house that first week, what has it been? Two fucking weeks already?
She came running out, but I was all about turning the engine off. My muffler is hanging by an old coat hanger.
So, she gets in the car, rust falls to the driveway when she shuts the door.
She's like, "whoa! look at all of this!"
Laughing and shit. my car is a mess, like my room. One big mess. I have journals piled up, Tazo tea bottles, notes to myself plastered in every available space, Clif bar wrappers, and then she saw the gift, the candy and card I made and i gave it to her.
She loved it. I was hoping she'd kiss me.
But, she didn't.
"I still have visions of you
I still have nights to get through
And when the truest isn't true
I have these visions of you, visions of you."
-Heather Nova
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