Everyone's leaving to go back to Texas
Saturday. 4.25.09 5:25 am
Crystal and Omar left first.
Then Katie and Andrew
Melissa and Alina were next.
Rob and Samia after them.
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I'd love to go back to how we played as kids
Friday. 4.24.09 6:23 pm
But things change.
That's just the way it is.
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Wednesday. 4.22.09 3:55 pm
You're mean and you don't like me.
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Monday. 3.23.09 12:09 am
for once I can say.. THIS -- IS-- MIIIIIIIIIIINE YOU CAN'T TAKE IT! As long as I know I have love I can make it.. For once I can feel that some--booodyyyy heard -- my -- PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Thursday. 2.26.09 10:30 pm
She said: she love me, won't leave me, won't ever let me go. But if you're thinking of leaving you better let me know, so darling don't go breakin' my heart."
Sunday. 2.8.09 9:33 am
Wednesday. 2.4.09 12:28 am
Mo: The crime in Seattle is pathetic.
Me: We'll change that when I come. We'll go on a spree of purse snatching. We can start a gang.
Mo: NuTang Clan!
Reall entry coming soon.. I can't write about my job because of U.S. security reasons ( seriously ), but i'll figure something out.
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Without you the highs are not high enough and the lows get tough. Truth is: I'm not the same when you're gone. // EDIT/Addition from Last night =-\
Sunday. 1.11.09 9:10 am
Feeling like Anh was right...
"Don't look so sad, Jon,"
Caitlin says to me as she tightens her grip on either side of my coat, pulling me closer. I bite my bottom lip.
"I'm not.. I just.."
I stop stammering when I notice her open her mouth as if to speak, only to bite down on her lip before bursting out in laughter. She was mocking me. "You'll see me again on Sunday. It's only two days away,"
she says with a smile.
I sigh, turn my gaze away from her and toward the sky above. "Yeah."
I'm playing with fire.
--EDIT FROM LAST NIGHT--
She texted me this morning, Sunday, to say that she couldn't see me today. I re-read this entry and relived this moment a hundred times in my mind and can't help but feel that I knew this would happen
"I'm so sorry, Jon. I couldn't..."
She's talking to me, but I'm not listening. An occasional " Alright,"
suffices for an answer whenever she pauses and I realize it's my turn to say something. It was then that her voice lessened to that of a whisper:
"Are you mad at me?"
"Are you sure? Jon, I'm so sorry.."
"Do you still love me?"
"... Don't tell anyone."
I should have never left Texas.
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