I wanna write all the things I wanna text him. And I will, and I'll get it out, and I'll feel better.

Sammy, I love and miss you. I think about you all the time. I wish I knew why there was so much space between us now. I wish I knew why I don't feel loved by you anymore. Was I a bad friend? I feel like maybe I was too selfish. I'm so sorry. Please ( Read more... )

It's 2021. The pandemic is here, it's everywhere. I only write when I'm unhappy or feeling emotional. Sammy and I are distant, and I'm feeling bad about it today. I don't know what I did, but my mind tells me it could be anything. I list them in my head; I was insensitive that one time, I was annoying, his new friend didn't like me. I asked his ( Read more... )

It seems that I only write when i am scared or alone or unhappy ( Read more... )

Gosh, it's been what, forever since I've written in this thing. Just now reading back on some past entries from 2003. I was a psycho little teenager wasn't I? Talking about boys all the time, jeez. Sometimes I read back on journal entries and I don't even know who I was. If I knew now what I didn't know then. Another thing about 'young' me...I ( Read more... )

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