Wednesday, 23 December 2009
Yes.
I'm dying of an illness.
A most terrible disease...
that impairs bodily functions, associated with specific symptoms and signs
Love you.
Only one cure...really.
To get over you. And to do so? Hide myself from you.
I don't think...I'll be seeing you soon.
Would telling you everything help?
I don't think so.
No. I don't think so.
20:38