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Saturday, July 29, 2006 conclusion confusion well, i think i may know what's going on. ever feel like you just know what someone is thinking or feeling? i think i do. either way, the ball is safer in your court. some would say this requires discussion, but i'm all out of words. it seems so petty. why did it start out with a bang only to wither away with the passing moments? why not just come out and speak your mind? even if it has passed, i'd like to know where i should be headed. these days, like the ones before, repeat to me "you're the only one that matters" it's true, i just forget sometimes.