19 December 2004 [3:05am]
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As much as I want to hate it. It's hard to. Cause in this family, it's not easy to find someone I can easily relate to. The thing is it's empty. Empty passion? A contradiction perhaps. Mouths oozing out bubbles of passion popped the second the next words follow. Where were you Thanksgiving dinner when the only family you have here on the east sat waiting? And now, you show up, for a day, only to leave again, and be gone for Christmas. Not a phone call inbetween. It's just that you're the only cousin I have that I can spill my secrets to because I know you've walked these same roads. What am I talking about? You're old enough to make your own unfortunate desires real.
It's funny what different songs can do. Conjure up these memories long forgotten. & when I hear something I like, I think, god why can't this be my story, my song. I'm pathetic. Thanks.
I don't regret anything... yet. But there are things I wish I knew back then that I know now. & not just mistake wise. Everything wise.
Hobo called while I was at work. Smile on my face. I finally talked to Vita after a month. Smile on my face.
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