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dear breanna, i thought about you the other day and how inspiring and wonderful you are, and how it's been years since i have heard from you, or written in this diary, and years since we were young kids and strangers, and how close i felt to you in spite of all the distance. god, we even used to talk on the phone. what a world away that all seems. i think knowing you was important for me in a way i will never really understand. i miss you. i hope the world has brought you some good things. if you ever get this, write me, tell me something. same old email: [email protected] (this is what i have been doing: www.shimmypoetry.com).

from girl101 :

its 5am and reading your shit reminded me of parts of my life. rock n roll. IF YOU'RE BORN A LION, DON'T BOTHER TO ACT TAME. x

from joe-average :

i would come to maine but instead i am going to the woods for two months, maybe when i come back and i am free i will come find you. i might be moving to new york, which probably is far away from you, but closer than i am now. anyhow, i quit my band a long time ago, my email is [email protected]. you are a strange bird. we should definitely go to las vegas and hire prostitutes, you know, or gamble...whatever.

from fuschia :

hey baby.

from joe-average :

to answer all your questions, no i'm not on myspace, and as for why i'm not in maine and whether i'm still who i always was, the answer to both is i dont know. i wish you could just paint me a picture of myself and give me some clear idea of that one. that would be cool. i dont mess around much with computers anymore, they cause my face to bleed, and it sucks when my face bleeds. i just got broken up with. i want you to come punch her. thanks in advance. i miss you.

from candora :

Happy V-Day, dangit! :)

from joe-average :

there is certainly something nostalgic about the days when i would sit on the computer and talk to faceless ghosts in an imaginary world built with telephone wires. it is quite strange. way back when we were a few years younger and a few regrets more innocent. it has been a while. i hope you are well breanna. one day i am going to wander in your direction and you had better be there to meet me. i've sent out some laughter. i hope it finds you.

from candoor :

and still the writing calls, as rare as it may be, continue...

from joe-average :

we were supposed to go on a road trip this summer. but that all seems like a long time ago now. everything just keeps on going and sometimes it seems like there's no reason for any of it. i dont get it. breanna, i have no words. im so sorry. i know its been a long time but you can call me if you need to talk.

from haunts :

I hate my job.

from candora :

It was horrible, the torture, the destruction, the devastation (the bullshhhh), but somehow I made it through to deliver this: This is a Happy Valentine's Day wish for you. It may arrive late due to cosmic radiation, faulty wiring, sun spots, or evil. It is no less sincere though. It would be good if you could laugh at the excuse cuz there is not any excuse really, no one was tortured in the sending of this Valentine. There is sincerity, that is real. Hope you are enjoying life :)

from candora :

you are still a mystery I would love to solve :)

from joe-average :

i know the story because there are only so many stories out there and they repeat themselves. i read your diary. im sorry. you can call me if you want to. but im going to be in the mojave desert for new years so i wont have my phone. jesus breanna everything is moving light speed right now. its so crazy and exciting and scary and i have crushes on girls and its all so adoreable and i keep thinking about how i havent kissed anyone in a long time and im sort of afraid ill mess it up when i finally do. but hey, its like riding a bike right? i promise everything will be okay.

from joe-average :

dear breanna. how are you? i suppose we arent going on a road trip anymore. but maybe we will. it seems like a lot will happen between then and now. im a slam poet, officially now. i went up in front of tons of people and screamed my shit and i guess they liked it because they screamed and banged their hands together afterwards. i might do an independent study next quarter where i dont talk for a month. i think ive pretty much gone nuts, or at the very least im really weird. things just are. i cant give them value right now. dont be a stranger. slut.

from joe-average :

breanna things are horrible and i dont know what to do and nobody listens and i dont know why im telling you this because youre in maine and theres nothing you can do.

from candora :

I lived on River Road once... it ran along the Niagara...

from funda :

blessed with a curse or withered passions burning like a forest fire, watching What Dreams May Come and wanting to believe, wishing to hang on to the promise unbroken, but like the mind once opened, some things never return to their original shape... continue.

from candora :

Still bleeding words and still I wonder about the one inside behind the words. You love us all, we love you, but is that enough?

from mousecatdog1 :

Girl u r truly a writer. Love the way u can spill your emotions.

from joe-average :

dear breanna, the happy parts of my latest entry are for you. -love joe.

from bigshot :

"drugs kill friends. it makes me so sad and mad. it never stops." Kimya Dawson said so.

from joe-average :

i wonder, do you still read this? call me if you get this. i want to talk to you, but i lost your number.

from a-nymph :

wow. to the self abuse entry.

from joe-average :

im back, love. feel free to give me a call. im a hippie now.

from pixie-cutter :

man. you can write. i'm so jealous. b xox

from candora :

still addicted, but not to the pain, more to the hope I feel that you will shock yourself into overcoming it... sometimes I can be so hopelessly hopeful, it appears pathetic to everyone but me... sometimes, even to me.

from pixiia-8 :

I haven't really checked out your profile until today...I'm so all about your music and movies and books! I too very much like the shit you like. cool.

from imissyoulove :

i was strolling through d.land and came acorss your diary and just wanted to say you have an amazing writing talent. and i hope everything works out for the best for you.

from candora :

gone long where?

from pixiia-8 :

Fantastic.

from fuschia :

i love you

from joe-average :

aw shucks.

from candora :

happy birthday

from allumeuse :

Your diary is raw and beautiful, not to mention the oddly disconcerting feelings I get from staring at the background image. I'll definitely stop by again.

from joe-average :

hey remember me? we really need to get that book started. for real.

from candora :

you must know

from abwhite :

Hi! I was just browsing through fellow fans of dennis cooper and came across you. There's a new diaryring for D.C. fans at http://members.diaryland.com/edit/rings.phtml?ring=cooperland in case you're interested.

from hapapowerr :

your writing is bittersweet and beautiful.xoxo mitsuko

from joe-average :

have you ever seen vanilla sky? totally.

from theemoboy :

One of your entries reminded me vaguely of my (girl)friend, especially the spelling of "vot-ka", and the way in which she sometimes listens to pop downloads. And I'm sure she wouldn't mind borrowing the Altima I bought last month. Its a small world here in Maine. P.S., I have way of picking out the most meaningless facts in people's writing.

from fathom :

Miss you too.

from automata :

562.261.8156

from girlgenie :

you are perfect. <3

from fathom :

Love.

from fathom :

Ah, shit; you may not believe it, but there I was, staring at what seemed to be an old sliding closet door, at 4:30 in the morning, wondering what the fuck to paint on it, and as I was there with cigarette dangling from the left side of my mouth, I grabbed a pencil and piece of paper and started writing about you---trying to write about you. It was awful. Now it's in a garage out here in California, crumpled and waiting to be taken care of. Don't think, for one second, I've forgotten. I imagine us talking on the phone and I, not being able to sleep, would say, "I should go jogging or something." After which you'd respond, "Yeah? You should jog on over here and water the roses." After which I'd take this as a sexual innuendo, a vague pun if you will, when all you meant is that, really, I should come over and water your roses. I hope this makes no sense whatsoever---that's the last thing we need.

from fathom :

I'm dying to write your entry, but I fear it won't be good enough.

from red-scribe :

hello, the moon is a masque and you wear it well.. nice words.. here Nice meaning cool and kind... not the other slang which causes sarchasm... sleep well wake live life long

from magnetichand :

i heart andrew for giving me a notes page

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