and another letter goes unsent. sometimes you have to wonder how many chapters of other people's lives are meticulously thought about and never expressed...
that letter touched me so much that i sent it to my best friend and we sat there analyzing it. analyzing really isn't even the right word --
PriYaNka712 (8:02:01 PM): that is a great letter PriYaNka712 (8:02:15 PM): i dont even know the girl and i got into it sporked aorta (8:02:19 PM): me too PriYaNka712 (8:02:43 PM): i also remember how you strung me along, broke me, and then put me back together just to break me again. i remember how you made me feel bruised, and worn, and older than dirt. but it feels like it happened to a different girl. and i guess maybe it did. PriYaNka712 (8:03:16 PM): i like this part: PriYaNka712 (8:03:17 PM): it's strange how i hear from you, and my stomach goes all wavery, just like it used to. even the memory of infatuation can grip me like nausea, i suppose. sporked aorta (8:03:37 PM): i'll probably even see you again someday. and hopefully i'll do a brilliant job of not showing that you still mean something to me and probably always will. sporked aorta (8:03:41 PM): :( sporked aorta (8:03:45 PM): hehe PriYaNka712 (8:03:57 PM): hehe i want to like save that letter PriYaNka712 (8:04:09 PM): its so sad sporked aorta (8:09:00 PM): it's crazy how random people feel all the same things and are able to express them ten times better sporked aorta (8:09:30 PM): like who really knows what you are thinking? PriYaNka712 (8:10:23 PM): i know.... but when u read it PriYaNka712 (8:10:27 PM): its like thats what i was thinking
-- either way, i hope you are feeling okay. knowing that you did survive and recover from the blow
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Date: 2002-05-15 05:04 pm (UTC)sometimes you have to wonder how many chapters of other people's lives are meticulously thought about and never expressed...
that letter touched me so much that i sent it to my best friend and we sat there analyzing it. analyzing really isn't even the right word --
PriYaNka712 (8:02:01 PM): that is a great letter
PriYaNka712 (8:02:15 PM): i dont even know the girl and i got into it
sporked aorta (8:02:19 PM): me too
PriYaNka712 (8:02:43 PM): i also remember how you strung me along, broke me, and then put me back together just to break me again. i remember how you made me feel bruised, and worn, and older than dirt. but it feels like it happened to a different girl. and i guess maybe it did.
PriYaNka712 (8:03:16 PM): i like this part:
PriYaNka712 (8:03:17 PM): it's strange how i hear from you, and my stomach goes all wavery, just like it used to.
even the memory of infatuation can grip me like nausea, i suppose.
sporked aorta (8:03:37 PM): i'll probably even see you again someday. and hopefully i'll do a brilliant job of not showing that you still mean something to me
and probably always will.
sporked aorta (8:03:41 PM): :(
sporked aorta (8:03:45 PM): hehe
PriYaNka712 (8:03:57 PM): hehe i want to like save that letter
PriYaNka712 (8:04:09 PM): its so sad
sporked aorta (8:09:00 PM): it's crazy how random people feel all the same things and are able to express them ten times better
sporked aorta (8:09:30 PM): like who really knows what you are thinking?
PriYaNka712 (8:10:23 PM): i know.... but when u read it
PriYaNka712 (8:10:27 PM): its like thats what i was thinking
-- either way, i hope you are feeling okay. knowing that you did survive and recover from the blow