February 2012
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I twisted you into a punch-line to soften my fall while pushing you off the edge. But surely you must know, I echoed all your feelings perfectly; it was just when they ricocheted back from the buildings, I got nervous and hit the escape button. You talked to me like you knew me or something.
January 2012
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I’ve been staying up, drinking, in late night establishments, telling strangers personal things.
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I miss our sexual tension; feeling my body tingle with it as we argue about foreign policy, our fingers brushing against each other under the table.
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Good luck,
All of our conversations end the same: “good luck.” It started when we kissed each other goodnight, first lip to lip, then webcam to webcam. Believing it showed we cared for each other more than “I love you,” no, I care so much I wish you luck in every thing you do. And then you started calling me every other night, so I started picking up only on Thursdays. Until every...
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Things I learned today: my pug loves Regina Spektor. Whenever I play her music he comes into my room and cuddles with me. When I turn on Ed Sheeran he leaves; he hates Ed Sheeran.
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I hate myself for crossing off the days until I see you again. Twenty-three, in case you were wondering. But I know you aren’t. You remind me of the sea, coming to me in waves when it’s convenient. But I’m sick of walking all the way down to the ocean to find a low tide while you’re phone goes unanswered and I sit alone with my color-coded pens. Because we first began with...
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I love when people make up things I’ve said and tell it to other people. It’s becoming a fun game, just like pick up stix. You take my life, friends, and reputation and throw it up in the air; watching with awe as it falls all around and scatters on the floor. I’d run around and pick up all the pieces, but I’ve gotten tired and I’ve lost too many. But the game always...
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My goal over midterm week is to watch all of the 80’s “Brat Pack” movies and John Hughes movies. In the order that they came out. It’s gonna be crazy. This is while studying absurd amounts of flash cards, of course.
