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I Don't Have Anyone Lovely to Call
October 14, 2003, 12:11 a.m. I’ve been crying. I miss the Elf-boy. Or perhaps I’m just lonely, and miss having a boyfriend. If this is what’s going to happen every Monday, I want no part in it. I don’t think I’m depressed, just sad. Achingly sad. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t gone to Canada, that I’d stayed at home and spent more time with him. Maybe then this wouldn’t have happened. I don’t know. I want to go back, and change everything. I feel so robbed. So cheated. I feel so alone. I’m about to crawl back in my bed, and go cry myself to sleep, and I wish there was someone in there to hold me, and tell me everything’s going to be okay. I wish there was just someone I could call, and cry down the phone line to. I miss having someone who loves me.
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