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It's all coming back to me now. I swear. And it's not a good thing. It's everywhere I turn.
And maybe that's why it felt so good to hear an all too comforting and familiar (although sleepy) voice even if it was for a few brief moments.
It honestly felt like life was slapping me in the face. Or ripping. That bus ride this afternoon was so agonizingly painful. And it didn't at all help that my attempts to laps into moments of comfortable silence were thwarted.
And I didn't meant to worry you. I know what you were thinking. I know that you were recalling the last time when I lapsed into silence for two months. But this is nothing like that. I just don't feel like being poked and prodded into responding.
I promise I will make an effort though. It's just that sometimes I wish the gears would turn faster or that I could drown out the sound of them turning.
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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
12:24 AM, Tuesday, December 02, 2008
and here we go...It's all coming back to me now. I swear. And it's not a good thing. It's everywhere I turn.
And maybe that's why it felt so good to hear an all too comforting and familiar (although sleepy) voice even if it was for a few brief moments.
It honestly felt like life was slapping me in the face. Or ripping. That bus ride this afternoon was so agonizingly painful. And it didn't at all help that my attempts to laps into moments of comfortable silence were thwarted.
And I didn't meant to worry you. I know what you were thinking. I know that you were recalling the last time when I lapsed into silence for two months. But this is nothing like that. I just don't feel like being poked and prodded into responding.
I promise I will make an effort though. It's just that sometimes I wish the gears would turn faster or that I could drown out the sound of them turning.
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