Monday, 16 February 2009

Von.

My mouth tastes like blood. I am going to have to go to the dentist.

It's the first time I've missed you in a long time. But I do. And I wish I still had your hat. And I know before I said that I didn't care. And that I didn't miss you. And that not having your hat was a relief. But tonight I miss the hat. And I miss you.

I know that you're not okay. I'm thinking of you and I hope that you can smile again soon.

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