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[September 26th | 2009] |
[Private]
I don’t know what to do at all. It’s horrible…I’ve felt lost before, but never quite this lost. I don’t know what she’s thinking or what she’s going through, but she won’t talk to me either. It’s like everything’s just falling apart, and nothing I do can make it any better. Whatever it is that’s going on with her, I know that she’s unhappy, but not talking to anyone about it can’t be helping. And since when am I kept absolutely, totally in the dark? Maybe this is how it works…maybe this is how it happens, and I don’t like it. I feel like I’ve lost her…and in the process, like I’ve lost a part of myself. What am I supposed to do?
I just need to do something, I need to get out of here, out of this house. It’s mid-day, but I don’t care right now. I need it…
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[Readable to Paul, Lana, Rachel and Rebecca]
I’m going out. My cell battery is dead, so it’s useless to call.
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Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
–Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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