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I think most of us spend an unforgivable amount of time, trying to evade what we're most afraid of. We make up excuses for them. We try to justify their reluctance and we do just about anything to convince ourselves that the way they've stopped reciprocating has got nothing to do with their loss of interest in us.

It's really not you, is it? It's her that you just don't want anymore. She knows. There. I've learnt that there is no point making up excuses for someone who doesn't even bother coming up with their own.

I wonder what'll happen if we all stopped over analysing and obsessing over every one of his gestures, or the tone of his voice. Why must we keep on guessing? It's his fault, not making his messages clear enough! Maybe he doesn't want it to be clear. Or maybe there isn't a message to decode, contrary to what you (and I) may like to believe.

I want to go out for a late night drive to the ends of the earth. Any takers? And this fever is dragging me down. I've just burned up my pillows. The parade was bearable, thankfully, despite the moody sun. Goodness, quit shining so bright, yes, you've made your point. You're HOT, so what? Hahaha I feel retarded, questioning the sun. Is the sun considered a living thing, anyway? Like trees? Do you happen to know? I'm curious.

G'night Lola dearest... Off you go to get all charged up for a long day out with me, starting Sunday morning!

Sent from my iPod, Lola Smokah