Friday, November 21, 2003

I keep hoping that I wasn't just imagining things. I keep hoping that I really heard you tell me you wanted to get together - you really wanted to spend time with me, after months of hardly talking. And then I remember that I'm not supposed to hope for this. You aren't supposed to be someone I worry over anymore because I'm supposed to stop caring and I'm sure you did, too, and the phone isn't going to ring because it hasn't in weeks and I don't know why I'm so surprised.

Hailey spazzed at 7:06:00 p.m.

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