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truth is what is. not what should be. truth is what is. -- lenny bruce

Oh I don't understand them at all. Any of them. It's as if I've suddenly found myself in Italy, and everyone is speaking Italian. But I'm just here, and they're male.

I know that you were communicating with me. But I just don't know what you were trying to tell me. I got confused and forgot to smile and the backs of your hands started sweating/you watched me frowning from the corner of your vision/you shook hands with friends in front of me, saying things about me (i could tell) but not talking to me.

I've decided not to worry about it. Perhaps one day I'll learn enough words to get a shared meaning across.

1:28 pm - 06.09.08

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