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Sunday, May 8, 2005


. Yuki asked me why I hung out with travis today. All i wanted was to be myself again, and with travis i can do that. He didnt ask anything of me at all. we barely said anything that made sense. but we talked alot. nothing mattered but the damned rock, or the floating stick. He didnt ask me anything, didnt expect anything.he didnt ask me what was wrong, he didnt ask me anything. we just hung out and for once, i wasnt expected to do anything. all i had to do was be there and i was there and for the first time in a long time, things werent screwed up. i forgot about everything and just hung out with a friend. God i missed that so damned much. I was going crazy. everywhere i go, i need to do something for someone. i never mind it but ofcourse, half the time i fuck up so badly and then, i ruin people's life. Travis was smiling for no reason the whole time! i finally found someone who doesnt need a reason to smile. i wish i could meet felipe and dae. they know so much about me. at the same time, they know absolutely nothing. just like him. only a few people in this world who know what im thinking all the time. He once said something bout it being easy to know what i mean or what im thinking. know what im feeling. bullshit! he think he know, but actually, he know nothing in that sense. people always think they know what is going through my mind or what is going on in y heart. well, nobody from here does. travis know alot more then he does though. i didnt tell him at all, he figured it out by talking to me. he understands what i mean when i talk. so does felipe. he told me i dont tell him much. well, maybe, there are things people have to find out by themselves, or maybe, these things arent even important! If shley were here, she would know what i mean. I could take what he thinks about what im feeling and thinking, then take what she knows im feeling or thinking, and compare them. total opposites! and i like it that way. tis the way it should be.
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