5.18.2009

I love you.

Means I make love to you?
Is that it?
Sad as it is, as long as I get to see you and hold you and hear you speak those words, I don't really care about anything else. 
I still love you terribly. I still want to be with you.
But as long as I have this, I think I could survive.

Zoloft, come a little faster. Yeah I gave in. But feeling nothing is better than feeling everything. I look forward to the day when I will no longer be able to cry.

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