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the dreams in which im dying are the best i've ever had [23 Sep 2003|12:03am] he whispered "i love you" with tears in his eyes, as the sound echoed through the cubicle-like apartment. no goodbyes. no empathetic note, with scribbled thoughts and dreams and realizations acquired one second too late. things like these weren't planned, but a collection of events slowly mounting in the subconscious, suddenly leading to drastic actions. the subconscious is the body's worst antagonist. the curtains were drawn. the television silenced. the room held a very morose quality...like that of a funeral home, shortly before the wake. "your love is like my deathbed," she heard him say, two nights before. who could have predicted? who would've thought that the love letter-mailbomb-valentines would have amounted to such tragedy. "Alone. he died alone..." she was heard whispering as the pallbearers carried his casket...all that was left, a six by three foot reminder that this love was death. an amalgamation of years spent alone; under the guise of something more. the roses thrown. the dirt re-settled with the earth. "your love is like my deathbed..." echoed in her head... never had words ever rang so true. I've O.D.'d on 'lonesome' 5 times, but whose counting?

[21 May 2003|11:11am] asdfasdf I've O.D.'d on 'lonesome' 1 time, but whose counting?

.......... [26 Apr 2003|11:07pm] friends only you lurkers. if you want to be added, leave a comment and if i don't want to shoot you in the face, i'll add you back. getdead. I've O.D.'d on 'lonesome' 5 times, but whose counting?

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