Danser lent dans une salle brûlante
So, while I was in the process of cleaning out my email, I found an archive I didnt know I had of emails from last summer.
"you should call me, and waste time"
I’m not sure why that precise line of hers brought me to tears. I am a fucking retard.
fuck
Am I the only one reading you or are all notes private on this entry. BWMF
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*hugs* memories are like that sometimes. Its the ones that we don’t expect that knock us over. I’ve had a couple of those. chin up girlie
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*hugs* this morning i spent 2 hours googling a certain persons name and then reading all the mdical journal articles that i could find that she had written … i didnt understand them, but i read them because it had her name to it … and afterwards i felt worse … sometimes we just have to press on the sore spot in our lives just to make sure its still tender. ryn: its not much different in cost for us over here to send/call internationally … but im not sure if its the same for you …
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hey you.
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*hugs you tight tight* you’re a dear..I don’t understand all that is going on in your life..yet I’m in awe of you sometimes…so don’t call you any names like that.
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“Awesome! Call me any time you’re in the area and have some free time on your hands. I’m pretty good at wasting other people’s time.” half a year ago and still it’s a fresh wound.
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