11.4.2001
 
When I woke up today, I was in a general state of affectionate apathy. No real craving for anyone.

While working on my art project at school, I was becoming progressively depressed. No tangible reason why.

Waiting for my sis and mom to show up at the mall, I sang broadway lovesongs to myself. Still no reasons.

When I was on the phone with Barto, I remembered my first boyfriend. Knew why then.

Now, as I go to bed, I'm craving again. Affection's just a few more inches away from my grasp.

And this song playing at this time is perfect.

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