i was sick like a dog today but somehow managed to make it to work. I was unusually quiet and everyone kept asking me what was wrong. I lied and said nothing but something was written all over my face.
I feel like a part of me is missing. maybe because a part of her is missing. and maybe because a part of him is missing. its like I feel connected to each persons disappointment..
and no matter how many times you tell me it isn't so, its all my fault.
8:34 p.m. - 2010-09-30
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