01.16.2003 1:30 pm
goodbye

i'm breakin it off with james at least until the summer. please don't ask me about him. i'm going to try not to talk about him anywhere, not here, not in my real journal, nowhere. last will and testament: i love you, james. good luck at school. don't fail stuff, it fucks you up. take pictures of whatever you do so i can see them when we meet up at graduation. i want to tell you all the old stuff, like, "you fucker, don't get a girlfriend when you won't even have me" but you may, you may. not giving permission, just allowing for that possibility in my head. i love you, i love you, i love you. i hope this works. thank you for everything, babe.

goodbye.

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