2001-03-22 :: 12:06 p.m.

I have a recording in my head; a tape loop. A voice like an old record that turns itself on whenever I think about someone I care about or could possibly care about more.

And the voice clicks on and crackles, "Be careful. You know none of them ever stay." And it gets stuck and it repeats.

Sometimes, I hate my father.

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