it's 2:55 am, on June 13, 2008 - -.

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i wish i could get permanent amnesia; then i wouldn't remember what it was I loved about said person now that they are gone.

in a month it will be the ten year anniversary of having met Paris Hamson. if you google that name these days all you get is census stats. I think i'm glad. after all this time and all this drinking, I mos' def' don't want yet another phone number I have to try not to call.

one is bad enough; two is nearly unbearable. with Paris's digits saved in my phone, I think it'd just be all over now.

tonight is definitely a night where I wish I'd never moved here. then I would still have the dream of having made it work, instead of the reality of utter, complete, hopeless failure. I really, *really* wish I could just end everything, but like at twelve, sixteen, ninteen and twenty five, I can't actually do it. such is life.

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