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Friday, April 22, 2005

No linen lacings, no cake icing, no floral portraits today, I’m sorry:

Do you know how disappointing it is to call someone and be really happy about being able to talk to that person, but have the person tell you, “I have to go now, because I want to talk to other people”, while knowing that the person will be spending the next entire day (or the next four years for that matter) with these other people already? Do you know how disappointing it is to take the initiative to call someone first and have them tell you after a short while, oh I have to go off, I’ve got to go for lunch, to class, to buy books, to study, etc. every single time? Yeah, it’s fucking disappointing, that’s what it is. Why am I even this riled up- knowing that while you’re here feeling sick to the gut about your present state of affairs, the other person can’t/won’t give two hoots when it comes to you? I need to fucking get on with my life. I really do.

posted by voyeur @ 4/22/2005 01:02:00 PM

Thursday, April 21, 2005

The End of The Affair.

Perhaps my hatred is really as deficient as my love. I looked up just now from writing and caught sight of my own face in a mirror close to my desk, and I thought, does hatred really look like that? For I was reminded of that face we have all of us seen in childhood, looking back at us from the shop-window, the features blurred with our breath, as we stare with such longing at the bright unobtainable objects within.

posted by voyeur @ 4/21/2005 01:15:00 AM

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Tonight

was a good night on the whole because i had a good conversation; the most honest i've heard him yet, and in just ten minutes, he made me feel two extreme wave of emotions.

posted by voyeur @ 4/17/2005 04:46:00 AM