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<p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
<p>Woke up early, &lsquo;cause I thought Kory was coming over, but he got delayed and didn&rsquo;t make it over until 2ish. We futzed around with Sibelius for a while, though we didn&rsquo;t get it to register on his computer. I didn&rsquo;t realize until I found myself lying next to him on the floor, showing him how to work my ebook, that the crush I&rsquo;ve had on him for a year and a half has diminished greatly, to the point where I think of him as a nice looking friend. This bothered me for much of the rest of the day</p>
<p>Facets. Done. Enough said.</p>
<p>Coffee. Been getting some mixed signals from Michael regarding how close we are. Need to talk to him about that, but when it occurred to me, he&rsquo;d gone off to sit by himself. Also, want to talk a little about closure. I don&rsquo;t feel like we really had much with how the relationship ended. I guess those are kinda related, &lsquo;cause I&rsquo;m not sure how to act around him. Anyway, that&rsquo;s for Michael and I. Talked with Samir when said lunaecanis left, told him he was pretty, and immediately regretted it. Not because he isn&rsquo;t, but because I feel like so much that I say comes loaded with obligation, mostly societal, that I&rsquo;m not really comfortable with. Talked with him more just now online about how I couldn&rsquo;t possibly be the Son of God/Fount of Love/person I had previously hoped to be, and how that has affected my relationships.</p>
<p>If I fucked up writing that, ask me.
<em>You&rsquo;re worried?</em>
Frankly, yeah. Where&rsquo;ve you been?
<em>Eating your hormones, why?</em>
Pbbth. Screw you. It&rsquo;s time to turn my headphones up too loud, turn out the lights, and meditate myself into a religious ecstasy.
<em>Haha. Good luck.&lt;/em</p>
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