I know you were in there, too. I searched for your eyes but couldn’t find them. I saw too many eyes. I saw too many hairstyles. I was distracted by them all. I was distracted by glare and by kittens. I’m gonna pass out. I’m too tired.

Before I resorted to writing this e-mail, I wanted to talk to you. I can’t believe I still have your e-mail address. In fact, I hope you still read this one – well, if you don’t then you won’t read that line either. I just wish we could’ve talked. I can’t believe they changed the IM settings so that you can’t see your most frequently contacted friends anymore. I know you were in there, Sheila, but I couldn’t find you.

Anyhow, I guess it’s time for me to get to the hard part. Again, I really wish I could’ve talked to you about this, instead of writing an e-mail. You always told me that I was strong. I never believed it, but I pretended so that you wouldn’t get annoyed. I guess I was right in the end. I can’t do it. I was able to deactivate it for about 5 minutes.


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