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- 12 17 pm im about to take a nap, on order of the girl. last night was bad for me. took me an hour or more to fall asleep. then i kept waking up. i remember when i could just sleep. when i woke this morning, for the last time, twenty minutes before my alarm, which i had set for later during a previous awakening, i checked my email. and the girl had mailed me, and someone else, a letter. a poem, actually. and it killed me. the things behind it and not so behind and blatantly spelled out hurt, because i know that shes dying and there's nothing i can do. there's nothing she'll let me do. i told her i would offer her anything and everything. and she told me she doesnt want my everything. she wants me to have my everything. that i dont give myself my everything. and i deserve my everything. and all this other stuff. and i need to sleep. my day is done, except for a little bit. and for a reply to the poem to let her know the one thing i could never forgive her for is if she took her own life. my nose was bleeding this morning. not gushing, or anything. just a drop to let me know it was there. and i am tempted to call home. and i am tempted to call her. and i am tempted to sleep. and i will sleep. and i will come back, and clear myself up. write prose beautiful and heartfelt and not at all the truth. |