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This is what I feel when you don't call. And you haven't - not for at least a week or so. Not since Wednesday, I think. No, earlier...it bothers me. What are you doing? Am I not as important as I was before? Do you not want me anymore? I'm sure you're loads busier than I am right now. I know you're probably out today - it's Easter. Some days have excuses and some don't but do you have one for ever minute you aren't around? It bothers me.
What I am afraid my head problem is. What I think it is. What I fear this numbing is in my face. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die.
A bookshelf is for books.
Not technology.
Even though technically books are technology.
Tea.