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Monday, 5 May 2008

I'm tired of being number 2.

I thought this mattered.

I thought I was important.
Obviously I was selfish to think you would do something for me.

I need you and you can't see it.

Or maybe you can. 
Maybe that's why you keep running away.
I wish you would at least tell me if that's the case.