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Waiting for him is the central task of my life. Right now that slender thread is what is barely keeping me alive.

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How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair. 

RIP V..that day is coming again. I'm sorry.
rose
What are you talking about? One woman? That's like saying there's only one flavor of ice cream for you. Let me tell you something, Ross. There's lots of flavors out there. There's Rocky Road, and Cookie Dough, and Bing. Cherry Vanilla. You could get them with jimmies, or nuts, or whipped cream. This is the best thing that ever happened to you. You got married, you were, what, eight? Welcome back to the world. Grab a spoon. 
-Truth as told by Joey.
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To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
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I deserve more than I've ever let myself have.
rose
In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving you--on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck--even then. And afterwards--perhaps most of all afterwards--I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I, and turn ourselves in such a way that we form one pattern, and solve the puzzle: draw a line from point A to point B...without looking, or, without lifting the pencil...or in some other way...we shall connect the points, draw the line, and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn. If they do this kind of thing to me every morning, they will get me trained and I shall become quite wooden.

I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part.

(Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.)

His heart missed a beat, and never regretted the lovely loss.

You look 100% better when I can't see you.
rose
So my parent just gave my godfather $5,000 to help pay for his bills, both rental and for his leukemia. I'm so lucky to have them as parents. No wonder I grew up thinking that people were more important than money<3 This makes me think my money troubles have been nothing but petty whining.
rose
It starts like this: a little inkling in the back of your head. I should drink or do something else. I should do that, but no, it's only 2 in the afternoon, that's a little early and plus I'm alone. But didn't you have some great times alone in your dorm room for that whole year? Did I? I don't remember actually, were they good? You think that they must have been or you wouldn't be wanting the shit. You start to think about what time people would be arriving home, and who may notice you have a problem if you misplace something just so. I'm wrong, I can just do this later around everyone. Yes, sure, but then you won't sing in the shower quite as happily and your show won't be perfectly funny. I want to make some coffee- coffee is good, that's a start, get that brain flooded with caffeine, maybe have 4 or 5 cups to start with. Damn, it's never enough though, you need something else, do we still have that Godiva Liqueur? Even if we did I shouldn't touch it shouldn't think about it, but I am. Sure it's 2 PM, sure. But what else have I got to do, I'm responsible-right?
rose
You know, I never expect to be thought of first, at the most I'd expect last, but it's kind of ridiculous. See, I love only getting invited to lame ass shit that ends up sucking the entire night. Then all of the people who supposedly "like" you or at least "think you're cool" don't even invite you out when they go get wrecked in the city and have a fucking great time. And you know what, I get it- I've never liked myself either. But for fuck's sake, don't pretend that you do one night and then completely ignore me the next. I can't wait to get out of here, then maybe I could reinvent myself into a quiet, introverted girl who everybody wants to hang out with because she's such a "mystery."

I don't even want to go out anymore. Might as well remain a hermit who gets invited nowhere even though when I go out I always invite everyone. Fucking stupid. So fucking stupid. I'm so dumb. God.
rose
Youuuuu make no sense no sense no sense no sense! YOU YOU YOU YOU FAAAAAK YOUUUUUUU!
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