I can't say it like I write it...I can't write it like I think it...I can't think it like I feel it...and I don't feel a thing.
Monday, August 25, 2003
hard to believe the summer is winding down. erica's moving in to her apartment today. ive spent most of the morning cleaning up and getting organized and will start packing soon. geography is finally almost finished. i think it will be hard to leave.
He heard the words drag out. He felt them pull out of his mouth like freight cars, jangling, backing up on each other, grating to a halt, sliding, clinching back, jarring, and then suddenly stopping as roughly as they had begun. It was over. --Flannery O'Connor, "The Barber"
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