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... Saturday, March 27, 2004

it feels like i haven't been here in ages.

sometimes i wonder if i could ever go back to the way things were. that sounded really cliche, but as i've learnt, cliches are necessary in this world. but do i want to go back? there is no looking back; ever.

this morning, jasmine called me. i picked up the phone with apprehension, not knowing what to expect. on the other end, she sounded so positive, and happy and comfortable, like everything was going fine. i miss having people talk that way. i miss feeling that way. is it real? is anything real?

arg. what kind of entry is this turning into. i feel pathetic.

i have been going out so much that one saturday at home just makes me feel so weird. i hate being grounded. it feels like things are back to the old days of conflicts with parents again. what am i saying, what am i saying. useless thoughts and distractions consume my very being.

i don't want to be like this anymore.

+ posted by M @ 10:00 PM

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