I'm sorry.
I'm ignoring you.
Not because I hate you.
Because I have a disorder that does not allow me to respond.
I just have nothing to say.
I think it might also be because I'm ashamed.
But then there you have it.
It's like Peanut Butter and Tuna on rye; it's just not right.
September 1, 2007
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