keep this secret, that portia writes here. frequently? varibly, clumsily. it's not a task, or a mission of refinement, really. it might not even be, for a certain somebody. and another thing, to a degree, she writes like it's espionage, decipherable only maybe. though written sincerely, dont believe, anything you read, completely.
Monday, December 10, 2007
you're the worst actor that i've ever seen
but if this script called for liars, you'd play the lead.
my catharsis is long overdue. when can i stop feeling like an empty shell.
when can i start feeling the hint of happiness?
i never thought that I couldn't get over you.
you're not mine, but i love you anyway.
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