I worry about you. I think you're brilliant, and sweet, and a wonderful writer, and hilarious, and a thousand other things, but you (almost) always seem so down. I'd give a lot for you to realize how wonderful you are, and to be happier. And by "a lot," I mean that I can't think of anything I wouldn't do. Cross my heart.
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Date: 2004-09-10 04:25 pm (UTC)