From the livejournal of along_dotted_lines :

current mood: suicidal
current music: cool blue reason

we were never really a group before.

we were close. I know their favorite color, they know mine. they've seen my “other” tattoo. if we were younger, we'd have played doctor.

but then she showed up, and we weren't anything, and we exploded, like she was the catalyst for the Big Bang. an infinitesimal speck of everything is as good as nothing, until it blows up. she showed up and our little would-be group exploded. we're all more distant, but now we're part of something, our own little universe, ever expanding, always getting farther apart as individuals (or is it further apart?), but becoming something bigger as a group.

and the way the boys look at her.

since no one ever reads this, I'll admit, sometimes the way I look at her, too.

it took this outsider to fashion, for us, an identity.

I don't know if I care to live long enough to find out exactly who we are.

but sometimes it's like all the knives are all dull.
spreading butter.

I guess I'll be around to know more tomorrow.
until tomorrow.

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