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November 14, 2003 Im always getting my ass kicked by him. He can EXACTLY pin point my crazy antics even when I deny and insist that he's wrong. He constantly calls me stupid, crazy, loser and makes sure that whatever ego I am left with is reduced to the size of a bug. He makes me feel like the scum of the earth. He hijacks my security blankets, breaks my comfortable shell, shoves a mirror in my face and forces me to analyse myself. Its crazy how he knows the things I dont even say and pretend they dont exist or how well Im dealing with them. Most of the times I really do wonder why I even let him do this to me but I never ever have the guts or even want to ignore him like I convienently do with other people. At times Im surprised why he even bothers and takes pains to knock sense into me. I always judge friends on their ability to guess how Im feeling when I put on my happy 'its-all-okaay-mask' and after 5 years he's familiar with ALL of them. We might not talk everyday, meet only once a year, fight like cats and dogs but he's closer to me than the people I live with. Sometimes he surprises me and says the sweetest things and I figure that he must be drunk. They say the best conversation is when you dont say anything yet the other understands how you feel. Thats exactly how it is like with him. (5:10 AM) ~`~
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