matilda-'s Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- congratulations I was writing Richard earlier. I said "I love you" and then "I don't know where that came from". I really don't know. The right thought had popped into my head, I felt love, that's what it was. Where it came from didn't matter. His response to my three words was "yes you do." That was fine, or it would have been fine in about 20 minutes after I drowned myself in my work. No time to think about it. It was fine because you have to say what's in your heart even if it's not what the other person wants to hear. So maybe I let him know I was disappointed by saying I was too busy tonight to talk. So fucking what. We exchange a few words over email. This is what he gives me: "I love you I don't know where that came from."
you didnt even know where you came from up until a few months ago. some doors were opened for you. you slam them shut. fine.
by the way, your sister knows she's your sister. she came to this herself. funnie what runs in the blood. you dont want her you dont want lots of things they cost too much.
you're clueless. and youre so brave, I really can't stand it.
take your ditto and your 'tude make a go of it. have at it,sis. As if that would make sense to anyone other than me. But there it is. He dumps this big news on me like that. And just the whole email is hurtful. I want to ask him if he feels better now. I want to know if it was worth it. I won't though, because part of me doesn't want or care to know. I'm going home early. I'm sick of people who don't give a fuck asking me what's wrong.
14:32 - Wednesday, Jul. 10, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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