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28.3.05
other peoples paper
other peoples paper:
a girl once said to me: "oh no i dont write any of that stuff, just the stuff the matters, y'know, real stuff"
FUCK YOU lady is pretty much all i can say.
and there's another girl who "has kept her's for two years" and then she makes that funny sucking-through-teeth noise (like a builder) and she makes herself write in it.
is that healthy?
a boy i thought maybe i was in love with but really he just seemed sharp as hell once said he didn't "do things like that" because basically "the past is the past" and it should be left there because it makes him feel "weird".
he's the most fucked up person i know.
another boy keeps a journal which im reading right now and wishing i could leave notes in the margins and he's the reason im writing this now.
i like him.
once i read someone's journal and their life seemed so beautiful i wanted to cry, it just seemed forever that sunny sort of feeling where you play and swings and god you are so happy with just the right sort of friends.
i bet she left out the nights she cried.
one time i felt like that was last summer. and a group of people walked around the rec, a huge field with park, and we sat under the sunny dappley tree-shade. and the sun set behind a boy named jamie and gave him those outlines and the sky was so pink and lovely. and someone climbed a tree. and i learnt to skateboard. and i had a dictaphone. and the grass was so long and green and we all lay down in it. about seven in the evening. we went into a field and we found lots of bird feathers, a patch where someone had been sitting, hay, a view. i explained about the time i nearly broke my neck. it was wonderful.
i hope youre reading this.
i want us to do this OH to have this wouldnt it be great a summer.
yeah im talking to you.
whispered by killa b at 10:43 PM |
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