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Sunday, April 29, 2007, 5:24 PM

It is shocking to discover that fact about myself.
Well, not quite. Maybe it's because I don't even have the desire. But it really reminds me of a conversation I once had over a phone with a certain friend. I could hear how hard he was holding his tears back as he poured everything out, and all I could do is listen. I can't share his pain, I can't do anything more. But now, I do know how he feels, and how it feels like. I don't know wtfbbq happened. Since graduation, wait, no, since Samantha. Or was also because of that incident a few months ago? I don't really know, but I guess what happened a few months ago made things worse. It's torture. And the insecurity is killing me. I've understood. It's not the desire. It's the need.

I don't care.
I just need you to be by my side.
A pal, a close friend, whatever.
I need you.