Today I felt a whole mess of things in a very short amount of time.

And so again the progression of my thoughts has become more fragmented. "I feel lost, not specially or geographically. It's like I'm walking with a broken compass". Dad understood.

I wonder if he really did still love her after all those years. I hope so.

As of today I have the answer to the former.

I miss what we were. I miss this apartment.

How much closer can I get to heartbreak?

Bruised my fist today in Karate.

It felt real good. I may go back.

If we can call them friends then we can call them on the telephones.And they won't pretend that they are too busy or not alone.

I miss Ericka.

Happy 22.

Thanks Ericka! I love you.

Sometimes the times they keep on rolling on rolling on over me but seeing being as it is and will be fine if I can see this through with fine ol' friends displacing two.

My wall misses sleeping next to you.

Tell them to load their handguns with rose petals, and aim at your feet so when they shoot enough you can dance on those blood colored clouds.