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memorialrainbowDay two of semi-miserable existence. I made a friendship bracelet last night at work, because I wanted to. It almost ended up being too short (oops) but Kassie made it work. Yay Kassie! It went on the opposite wrist, because this bracelet, I hope, will not stay on forever.
What's the bracelet for? Sore wa hi - mi - tsu! It's a secret.
Regardless of the secret status, it's something very important to me. I said on my Facebook that if you really want to get me riled up, you should break my heart, and that's what has happened. Not with Dylan, heaven forbid -- he's the one I called at three in the morning once it happened (thank you thank you THANK YOU dear for picking up your phone). I'm really doing all right in real life -- the biggest thing is that I know this will end, that I'll make my way around it. But the next few months are going to be stressful. I have to figure out exactly what I will be doing, and how I'll be doing it. I have to trust Dylan more now than I ever have.
But it's worth it.
Do you hear me? *Can* you hear me? We are millions of miles away now, your eyes closed, and for all I know, you cannot hear me. But I will reach you! I will not stop giving up until the year passes, at which point my heart will be truly broken, possibly irrepairable. The light in my window keeps me going. I close my eyes and hear the train, the MTA, the subway that will take me home.
I will find you.
I will find you.
I will find you.
The subway speaks to me.
Follow that boy.
What's the bracelet for? Sore wa hi - mi - tsu! It's a secret.
Regardless of the secret status, it's something very important to me. I said on my Facebook that if you really want to get me riled up, you should break my heart, and that's what has happened. Not with Dylan, heaven forbid -- he's the one I called at three in the morning once it happened (thank you thank you THANK YOU dear for picking up your phone). I'm really doing all right in real life -- the biggest thing is that I know this will end, that I'll make my way around it. But the next few months are going to be stressful. I have to figure out exactly what I will be doing, and how I'll be doing it. I have to trust Dylan more now than I ever have.
But it's worth it.
Do you hear me? *Can* you hear me? We are millions of miles away now, your eyes closed, and for all I know, you cannot hear me. But I will reach you! I will not stop giving up until the year passes, at which point my heart will be truly broken, possibly irrepairable. The light in my window keeps me going. I close my eyes and hear the train, the MTA, the subway that will take me home.
I will find you.
I will find you.
I will find you.
The subway speaks to me.
Follow that boy.
