9:33 p.m. - September 30, 2003
I don't know what I should say to be clear
If you'd just read my mind, we could dispense with everything. I don't know how to open up to people, how not to assume - expect - the worst, how, as Oz says, to be fun.
Rarely say what I think, rarely know what I mean to say, nothing is ever how it should be.
I need lessons in giving friendship.
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