in a letter to mike:

i just saw a massive spider outside and now im all on edge. fuck spiders.

i miss you. i'm tired of not being able to talk to you. i'm so tired of it. i can think of it two ways, it's five more years or it's ONLY five more years. most of the time i take the optimist's approach, but some days it just feels like an eternity... i wish i could just be there with you at least, so you had someone there. i wish i could bring you a guitar or a stack of books or cds or just anything. i dunno.

i gotta stop listening to dredg. fuuuuck.

FUCK SPIDERS.

and you know what else? fuck evanescence. i tried mike, i really did, but it didn't stick. i can't do it. the music and her voice oh my it's like hell being ground in a blender.

and why do girls whine everything they say to other girls? "awww, thaaaa-aaaanks". shut up you twats.

ohhh, don't touch the suck knob, there's maybe two people i can chat with who get my jokes, is it me? don't laugh if you don't think it's funny, i don't care, but at least GET IT. they get my jokes in real life, for shit's sake.

and janelle from big brother is barbie. seriously.

there are no bagels for breakfast, i have to wear off! to bed and the stupid damned database i'm designing won't let me add a pop-up calendar function to it and i'm gonna trash the whole damned thing soon.

shit. i think you're watching (uhh reading) me type out some kind of mental breakdown. fuck spiders, fuck them so bad. fuck.

none of that matters. it just felt good. none of that matters except that i miss you and i'm so tired of not being able to talk to you. so tired... i would listen to evanescence for the rest of my life to listen to you just say "yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah" once more.

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