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<< 08.23.04 :: 8:00 a.m. >>
::the paaaiiiinnnnnnnnnn::

i ask you: how can i be expected to make music with him when everytime i'm around him i'm DYING INSIDE!?

this "crush", if you will, has far surpassed those of grade school. i am 100% hopeless. there's this fluttery feeling in my stomach, and all i want to do, SERIOUSLY, is lean my head against my hand, smile stupidly, and stare at him. it's driving me crazy.

and i, of course, will never do anything about it because he's a dear dear friend, and that would ruin everything.

but still. when he says, "we need to go get a drink. just the two of us." i kind of fucking wilt.

GODAMNIT.

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