Saturday, January 22, 2005 // 11:16 PM

i think. once, a long time ago, i must have exhausted all the patience i have for you. it killed me, really, talking to you. i dont want to talk about it any more, i just know. if you ever understood me before (and you don't, really, though i am only able to see it now), you're the last person i would be able to talk to, right now.