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June 1, 2009 12:32 AM PDT
i hate this time of year
It's the fourth anniversary of my mother's death, and I get super upset about everything. Everything makes me sadder and more depressed, and I hate it.
I dreamt about her the other night. I'm always happy when I do because I miss her so much, and it's like she's here again. I hate waking up. My sister never dreams about her, and I know she wishes she could.
“The dead appear to us in dreams, said Julian, because that’s the only way they can make us see them; what we see is only a projection, beamed from a great distance, light shining at us from a dead star….”
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June 1, 2009 11:51 PM PDT
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