I Put Your Picture Away

Original Title: Dag

I keep telling myself that I will NOT go and read her diary. Yet, about this time each week I just type it into the little address bar, and go read backward through the entries until I hit the last one I read.

It would seem that my friend wants nothing more to do with me. That is just fine and dandy, but I would at least be interested in knowing what it was that I did to begin with.

Alas, that knowledge will never be mine I fear.

All I know is my friend now wishes not to speak to me, and it hurts. Far more than I would ever admit verbally. If there is something bothering me, and you want to know what it is, you usually have to be really persistant and annoying to get it out of me.

Even that rarely works.

Ah well. I reek of Comet. I must make that smell go away.

Goodnight all

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