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2003-05-22 ~ 11:55 p.m.
Hold MeFor some reason, I don't know yet, the gods have decided to bestow the honor of making me very very ill right now. It's the kind of sick where you need someone to take care of you, and hold you, cause you don't even have the energy to cry, though you want to. I feel awful enough that I don't want to move, and just want to be held, and told it will be alright. That's not going to happen, cause it's not possible right now...I had more to say at one point, but I can't hardly hold on to a single thought right now. So I'll just have to update later, when my head has cleared and isn't pounding.... Maybe I'll get lucky and be able to have some dreamless sleep.... | ||
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