December 21, 2003.


look at what you are doing to me. a cracked glass of red wine, a glass of baileys on ice. alone.

i remember now. i left because of you. and i have not cried this much for months and months.

why is it then, that i still want you around.

things are so much easier when i know that i can't see you. that way, i can forget that you are even there.

i can be strong.

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