with love, but you'll never know it

14 September 2004 @ 00:03
my mood

Dirty Old Man, Honey, Keith:

Let me go.

Her interview is in two weeks. Let me go.

Don't hold onto my hand as I'm trying to leave and tell me that you'll miss me.

Don't cuddle and play with my hair when I'm trying to roll over to the other side of the bed so I can sleep.

Don't call and banter with my mother and then ask me if you did okay.

Don't ask me to scratch your back and then tell me how much you like it when I touch you.

Just, don't.

She will get her visa.

I will go back to doing whatever it is that 20 year old college freshmen do.

All you have to do is let go.

Love,
--Annie

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