today I missed being crushed by a police chase colision by 15 feet. At the time I was saying that I hadn’t had my heart truly broken since grade 8, and that really, I didn’t know what it feels like.

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1. michael | November 20th, 2004 at 4:53 pm
   

   okay, you know when you make yourself the perfect breakfast, and you’re like damn this is going to be really good because I rarely ever eat breakfast, and then on your way to the living room to watch Saturday morning cartoons and eat, you accidental drop it on the floor - the feeling you get when you look down and fully realize the weight of what has just happened, its consequences and how it will affect the rest of your day and perhaps even week.

2. mekka | November 21st, 2004 at 11:43 am
   

   What the?

3. michael | November 21st, 2004 at 5:48 pm
   

   heartbreak is relative.

4. emily | November 22nd, 2004 at 12:01 am
   

   everything is relative…

   but who cares! it’s all relative

5. michael | November 22nd, 2004 at 4:07 pm
   

   how can everything be relative?

6. -m | November 22nd, 2004 at 8:36 pm
   

   it just is.

7. Sarah | November 23rd, 2004 at 6:34 pm
   

   We only know anything in relation to what it is not

8. jer | November 23rd, 2004 at 9:38 pm
   

   Jean-Paul Sartre: You ARE what you are not.

9. Sarah | November 24th, 2004 at 2:19 pm
   

   …which is still relative,
   circumstantial to the individual

10. jer | April 4th, 2005 at 11:55 pm
    

    ah. so that’s what it feels like.

    hrmph.

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