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January 11, 2005
i'll save you the trouble
of reading between the lines, because there are a lot of them and they're close together :
i love you.
otherwise, i wouldn't abort my pleasant isolation to attempt - and as usual, fail - to explain myself.
and i wouldn't feel compelled, as i do, to apologize for being me and not the perfect guy that maybe you thought i was.
your hair is here on my floor, caught in my paperclip.
i am on my floor, on my laptop.
you probably did not picture that, becasuse i don't lie on the floor when you're here.
but that is me.
ask anyone who's known me for more than 6 months.
i lie on the floor.
but not around you.... you still don't know all of me. you don't have the whole picture.
there is a "me" you don't know, who lies on the floor and likes to be alone and doesn't mind that his toes are numb and probably won't have feeling until morning because it's fucking cold in here.
that me isn't going away. i like him. i hope you can learn to like him too, because he's attached to the me that you love.
he's a part of the whole me that loves you.
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