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Summer Goals 2013
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VII.
Sunday April 7, 2013
I am tired, but happy even though I'm not doing exactly in this moment what I should be doing-my papers, my thesis. I am worried, and I am also not worried which is really just shock from being so worried I become not worried at all.
Through no real intention for sabotage, I didn't take my medications for the past two days, and I have been drinking a little more heavily. This has affected my feelings. I think that when I cried in bed during sex, it was probably because of this reason, not for any actual overt sadnesses.
I am over-tired, and lacking motivation, which might be reasons as well. I am going to log offline for the next day, and see if I can't work myself into getting things done.
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VI.
Saturday April 6, 2013
I told her I love her. She told me she loved me. She told me first, and then I told her after. Somehow I knew she would tell me first. Maybe it's because I know I can't take that chance, I can't the initiation. I am almost always sure of rejection.
She was drunk, and so was I. I had my hand down in between her thighs. And I told her it wasn't just the drinking, and the moment we were in-that I meant it.
And she told me she meant it, only now that it's morning I wonder if she did. Did mean it.
I worry a little.
Love is as fragile as it is strong.
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V.
Sunday March 30, 2013
Easter is torturous when your mom is abusive.
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IV.
Monday March 18, 2013
So horny. So tired. So sore and achey.
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Saturday March 16, 2013
Every now and then I would pull my hand away from her hand and move it to some other part of her body a few inches away-an obscure part of the back, just before the curve of waist. Faintly, like an uncertain pencil, I would trace simple phrases with my finger on her skin. Be kind. Take care. You're okay. Love.
I was writing these messages to every past and future version of herself that is in that body. They are all there-somewhere under the skin, in the back of the mind. And I know the nerves will pick it up and carry it to the memories I have not, and may never see.
I wanted to tell her right away I did this as soon as I started doing it, but I didn't. Maybe I will one day, or I will keep this secret to myself.
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Tuesday March 5, 2013
Yesterday I got my chest xrayed to see if I have pneumonia. The man led me into a curtained off changing room, and told me to strip from the waste up. I took off my shirt and bra, and I thought to myself, the more you take off your clothes for people, the easier it becomes.
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Monday March 4, 2013
It is only 30 minutes into the day. I am on the internet, and watching a mediocre television show in the living room next to my mom. Sinus pain, sadness, and tiredness. Later I will go to the doctors.
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