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Tuesday, September 2, 2008 jagermeister i have been in quite the mushy mood. twitterpated. in agony. desiring. aching. i wonder when it will pass. i wonder if it is as strong as it feels. i wonder if it may be stronger still than i could know at the moment. i still wonder if it is one-sided. if maybe i'm taking it a little further than is really necessary. i don't want to be wrapped around a finger who's owner is not wrapped around mine. i don't care what level it is. i don't need intensity. i'm quite content either way. mutuality is all i seek. i wonder how bad it must be that i struggle to sleep because i cannot get it off my mind. i can honestly say i've never experienced such a romance cliche. i'll allow myself another shot to calm the rampant static electricity that this passion has become in my head. i'm glad i have this place to think. otherwise i'd have no outlet. there's no one to talk to.