Crushing Krisis

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For the record, though we only dated for two months, up until my pneumonia i was sleeping over her place three weekdays and every weekend (but hardly ever a Friday, because we would always fight on Fridays). We joked early in our second week that it already felt like we had been dating for a month or two because we were immediately so exclusive to each other, so two months taken as a whole feels easily as intense as half of a year. The relationship certainly had more impact on my than my last six months of class did … i learned more, and i failed more.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/03/2800727/

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So, she’s gone now. Knowing she isn’t just a few blocks away somehow makes this all easier. I feel like we’re magnets with a positive and a negative pole each, and that we keep drawing close to one another only to get the wrong ends lined up so that we push each other away again. But, it’s all pointless, because i can’t go back. It’s not pride, which she seems to suspect it is. It’s just… she’s okay with settling for me even though i might not be the best thing for her, but i’m afraid to settle for anything right now. I told her i’d look her up in four years if she’d like and i think i might have really meant it … because there’s something remarkable about someone who you like so much that you can put your own misery aside to be with them. I just can’t appreciate that right now…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/03/2800706/

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That’s actually a line from her journal, and it felt pretty relevant. I saw in going through the last few days of entries that she linked to my site (worlds colliding much?), so i want to return the favour now (if only so you can see the other side of the story), but i’d like to ask her first because she gets a tad more personal than i do in her log. So, Selina, if you read this, can you tell me whether or not i can link to you?

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/03/2800647/

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Finals are over. My Literature teacher somehow managed to give me a B. I finished all of my studio work. Selina went home for break. I’m sitting in the middle of the floor with my bass (turns out my amp is a bass amp … who knew?) using my suddenly reacquired magic ear to pick out bass runs from “Raspberry Swirl.” It’s a true song, you know…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/03/2800224/