[2001-10-22]-[3:33 a.m.]
I wrote a bunch but deleted it, because I love him and I don't want to hide that behind anger, degrade it by petty bullshit resentments. I am willing to forgive everything if he can look past some of the things I have done. I am willing to compromise if he will too. I will walk to the ends of the fucking earth, as long as he stands next to me. And I don't think he knows yet whether I'm worth it. Whether he will. I want more than anything for that to be true. I want him to be able to look past the arguments and see the fundamental fact that I am in love, and hopefully he is in love with me too.
I feel like I am dying. Without him. And it's sad. Why can't he just be cool with the basic principle: I love you.
I am going to Berkeley to be with my mother who can comfort me. I am pathetic. But I feel like I need some comforting.
'Everything that keeps me together is falling apart. I've got this feeling that I consider my only art of fucking people over.' ----'3rd Planet' by Modest Mouse
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