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Dec. 14th, 2002 10:47 pmYes, I'm doing this godscursed meme again. But there's a better chance that you'll be on it this time. Some apply to more than one person.
I worry about you, dear. I feel I should write you more often, but I never know what to say. I'm not sure how to begin crossing that gulf.
We have so much fun being crackheads together. You really shouldn't encourage my aevil slashariffic tendencies. ;)
When you get back, we really need to hang out. You should come back. Like now. ;)
Am I really that interesting? I mean, really. I don't know you or anything, so.
I wish I could take you away from the place and people that make you so miserable. Things will get better. I know they will.
I would like to get to know you better, especially considering we live in the same town, but I'm not sure how exactly to go about it.
I think you're fucking pretentious. And why do you have so many friends? You can't possibly care about them all.
You write so well. I wish I could get up the courage to talk to you more often.
I miss you. I hope you're doing all right.
We live in the same city, and we keep ending up in the same places and not knowing it. I would very much like to hang out with you.
You're my best friend and the best thing I could have hoped for.
We've grown apart since we were at the boards. I miss being close to you.
You're incredibly interesting and intelligent. I always enjoy reading what you write.
Fuck you. Just... fuck you. You're such a dork. I'm glad we never talk anymore.
I wish you wouldn't worry so much about what you worry about. You're beautiful, no matter what you may think.
You worry too much. Quit being so bloody uptight and don't worry about keeping girlfriends. They're not the measure of success in life, y'know?
You're like how I wished I'd turned out. You still have so much ahead of you. Grab it.
We should get together and talk more about boys.
I'm sorry for what I did to you. I was scared, and young and stupid and thoughtless. I shouldn't have jerked you around like that.
We haven't talked in forever. Is there any reason that I'm still on your list? To be perfectly honest, I've always found you annoying.
You've changed a lot since we first met, and yet you're so much the same. Not that it's a bad thing.
You write stunning fic. I wish I could write as well as you.
You are so composed and articulate and so freaking smart. I don't know why you even talk to me, but I'm glad you do.
You write beautifully, but I wish it weren't so obtuse sometimes.
I wish I knew what you were up to now. I miss you. I hope you've become a journalist like you said you wanted to be.
You're a friend of a friend, but I wish I knew you better all the same.
I worry about you, dear. I feel I should write you more often, but I never know what to say. I'm not sure how to begin crossing that gulf.
We have so much fun being crackheads together. You really shouldn't encourage my aevil slashariffic tendencies. ;)
When you get back, we really need to hang out. You should come back. Like now. ;)
Am I really that interesting? I mean, really. I don't know you or anything, so.
I wish I could take you away from the place and people that make you so miserable. Things will get better. I know they will.
I would like to get to know you better, especially considering we live in the same town, but I'm not sure how exactly to go about it.
I think you're fucking pretentious. And why do you have so many friends? You can't possibly care about them all.
You write so well. I wish I could get up the courage to talk to you more often.
I miss you. I hope you're doing all right.
We live in the same city, and we keep ending up in the same places and not knowing it. I would very much like to hang out with you.
You're my best friend and the best thing I could have hoped for.
We've grown apart since we were at the boards. I miss being close to you.
You're incredibly interesting and intelligent. I always enjoy reading what you write.
Fuck you. Just... fuck you. You're such a dork. I'm glad we never talk anymore.
I wish you wouldn't worry so much about what you worry about. You're beautiful, no matter what you may think.
You worry too much. Quit being so bloody uptight and don't worry about keeping girlfriends. They're not the measure of success in life, y'know?
You're like how I wished I'd turned out. You still have so much ahead of you. Grab it.
We should get together and talk more about boys.
I'm sorry for what I did to you. I was scared, and young and stupid and thoughtless. I shouldn't have jerked you around like that.
We haven't talked in forever. Is there any reason that I'm still on your list? To be perfectly honest, I've always found you annoying.
You've changed a lot since we first met, and yet you're so much the same. Not that it's a bad thing.
You write stunning fic. I wish I could write as well as you.
You are so composed and articulate and so freaking smart. I don't know why you even talk to me, but I'm glad you do.
You write beautifully, but I wish it weren't so obtuse sometimes.
I wish I knew what you were up to now. I miss you. I hope you've become a journalist like you said you wanted to be.
You're a friend of a friend, but I wish I knew you better all the same.