July 9th, 2001

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I woke up crying this morning. Tears from dreams and sleepy musings are so different from most other occasions of leakiness. Something natural, "easy", about it. Then those confused minutes of sitting up in bed, trying to calm down, trying to sort out what's going on. Behind it all, tears still sliding out so fast it's like I'm just too full and needed to let the overflow pour away.

Earlier, I remember a dream.. a dream about fucking LJ. Fucking fuck.
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