Sometimes I get so lonely that I lose the ability to speak or go outside and instead I’ll just sit here clicking back and forth from my sitemeter to my site to my email checking, waiting like a bitch for comments for some fucking action for someone to say I’ve got you I understand I know how it feels, and you know what? they do say it and it shocks and embarrasses me like the feeling the morning after when I discover that the empty bottles I drunkenly placed on the window sill are filled with rain.
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