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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Fri Jan 02 04 / 5:19 AM Every once in awhile, before I forget again, I realize that there is something about him that I don't know. It's not just forgotten facts or stories that I haven't heard yet, it's more like an entire internal side. It's the part with the inner monologue, the part where he thinks - the part that has quietly listened to me talk for three years and finally said "I think you're wrong" when asked what he thought about everything I had said over dinner. And while I am not undermined in thinking I am right, I still felt like a fool. He hasn't been silently enjoying my point of view and by default agreeing, he has been suffering me gladly. He doesn't babble, he doesn't look forward to the next time he can cut loose, he doesn't find randomness interesting, and he doesn't say what's on his mind. I need to know what people are thinking about me - this is why I love gossip and journals and drunkenness. Even without knowing him, as today I feel I don't, it still seems we have little in common.
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