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The smile plastered on my face

It's sad, when you're the only one not high in the company of three (or something like that) individuals, all pretty stoned. Sarah was strange, Kate wasn't so strange (really), Graeme was creeped out. And I was sitting there, wondering if time was dragging for them too. Placebo? I dunno. I would have joined in, but it hurt my throat really badly and... yeah, I'm a wimp. So we're looking for ways around it because, well, we wanna get high, just us two, in search of some more intelligent conversation.

My birthday wasn't that big a thing, really; more monumentous was around five o'clock, maybe a little later, the next day. It wasn't all that I'd expected, but... meh. I'm lucky, really, I am. He's very sweet and cares a lot. But I had a weird dream last night, where I killed one of his exes, by pushing her into a strong current in a river, and then he loved her again because of it and then I felt terrible. It's weird, because I don't feel threatened by anyone, really.

But, anyway, back to what I was saying, afterwards was nice, and as though he could sense I felt insecure (again), he tells me once more, "You know that I really like you, right?" I smile and tell him that I do know. I'm trying to stop with all the insecurities...

Yeah... But it's a shitty situation and it's very unreal, hardly ideal in the slightest. And I don't think he'll come back, I just can't see it.
The smile plastered on my face

# Posté le lundi 13 août 2007 09:10

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