track fucking twelve and thirteen

[aslant]

well i
i miss the girl i miss
the girl i miss the girl
i want to give myself to water.

for what it's worth? i always liked listening to him speak. i know i said as much. and, unremarkably enough, i too read him a horoscope about material posessions over the telephone. fuck that.

i'm
i'm the best girl
&all the rest are?

pale shadows at best.

well i know
i know and i know and i
know it's not the same thing
but i miss the girl.

marry me, soul coughing. m doughty, you're all i desire! the numbers keep on circling me.

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[aslant.livejournal.com]

whatever,

i'd rather you were honest with yourself. and being happy about her for those two particular things is a little ironic, i think. especially since she spent a few months making your emotional life hell. and if it comes down to it, it seems like you're pissing on my memory more than i'm pissing on your fireworks. it doesn't bother me, though. i just wanted to point out the facts.

and besides, i can write what i like. if you choose to take it as personally hurtful, then so be it. but sometimes it's not about you, just as your life is no longer about me.

all i want is the freedom to write in my journal without looking over my shoulder for you. if it's over, it's over. we need to stop pissing each other off about petty shit like this, i think.

truce?