2002-12-25| 1:38 a.m.


Instead I write to someone who barelycares.

Instead I vague it up, cut it down, put it here, to the point where I can't even recognize it, but hey-it-helps.

Instead I just dream that someone would finally listen and think and listen because I could talkyourearoff if only you'd let me.

Merrychristmaslovethecity.



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