james,

i wish on every shooting star and birthday candle and 11:11 that i will hear from you one day.
last night almost felt like i did!
i just woke from the most amazing dream of you!

you were in the states, to give a speech, i think. we were traveling in the same circles,but i was being quite shy...because I didn't know if you'd ever planned on ( Read more... )

please ( Read more... )

is  played out everyday here in this mythological land of snellville ( Read more... )

as a general update: some stuff happened that I (really) thought was going to work. in the end (three weeks later), i have some rather telling evidence that it will not.i'm not too disappointed, however. i'm a little hurt, a little angry, a little confused... but not enough to elicit a full expose here. i had forgotten, though, what it was like to ( Read more... )

there are two men who will never know ( Read more... )

 i'm not quite sure what i intended to say here ( Read more... )

the past two weeks have been kind of strange for me ( Read more... )

 today feels like years ago.

the lyrics from this album are resonating inside me like they always did. and i wonder if they always will? i don't know if that is good or bad.
no plans seemed to work tonight, and thats alright... i dont feel the need to make any of them work.
i feel... open.

its a strange thing to hear your own words come from the mouth ( Read more... )

 last week: an exercise in mutilation.

one. i found james' journal. i read james' journal. i realized how inappropriate that was. how fucking inappropriate. i did not go looking for him. but, i should have respected him more. i feel like the internet gets used as a tool to keep people from letting go, sometimes. i used it that way. and i wont do it ( Read more... )

my heart is beating so fast. the possibility is... is great, i guess. i'm confused, though. i wish something had been said. anything. i love you, but go away. i hate  you, so go away.
whatever i said or did...
its too late now, i guess.