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| I just need to breathe.
For once.
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| You'll be fine <3 Whatever happens now can't hurt you... it'll either help or stand still. Don't be scared.
I love the book by the way... I take it out whenever I have a chance.
I like his descriptions of the female characters.
Miss Francine Pefko... twenty, vacantly pretty, and healthy -- a dull normal.
...She was ransacking her mind for something to say, finding nothing in it but used Kleenex and costume jewelry.
What if I were Jane Pefko?
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| Yeah I heard a newstory about Christmas being one of the most depressing seasons of the year. This guy was saying that holding a service for those who choose to mourn today or dwell in their sadness is only further promoting depressive behavior... but I don't know... I'm sure it's nice to know that you're not the only one who isnt jolly during the holiday season... seeing everyone so happy when you're so sad isn't a fantastic feeling.
This one woman lost her son two years ago... and said she can't celebrate Christmas like she used to since her son commited suicide. I believe it.. I don't know how much words of joy would affect me when I feel so much loss or worse yet... guilt for not having done enough.
I guess there's some who take their sadness and make something of it... but they shouldn't be so hard on those who can't seem to feel better. It's like yelling at a cripple... it just doesnt do any good. Someone has to help.
I don't feel so happy this year... I bought Allison something but I wont be able to give it to her until after Christmas. Times like these really make me wish I had gotten my license already. Lazyass.
Okay. Mom wants me to help with the preparations. I'll call you two tomorrow .. or obnoxiously sometime around midnight :)
Love you :)
P.s. Thanks for the cupcakes, Kate :) I couldn't help myself.. I opened the little presents :X I'll bring them to SD with me... I'm so glad you gave me a picture, I was starting to think you weren't going to give us copies of your senior portrait! | | |
| Susan: Goodbye Charlie. Charles: Susan. Please don't go. No. Please, Susan. From now on, everything will be exactly the way you want it to be, not the way I think you want it, but - your way. You mustn't go. You can't do this to me! Susan: I see. So it's you that this is being done to. It's not me at all. Not what it means to me. [laughs] I can't do this to you? [odd smile] Oh, yes I can. | | |
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