i haven't written to you in a very long time. maybe now i've only come back because no one reads these things anymore. everything is great. i live on my own i make good money. i have my life on track so why do i still feel so sad? i'll tell you why. because i miss a boy. a boy i shouldn't miss. i am dating a guy that would do anything for me but i ( Read more... )

About to be homeless...again.

Remember that night we broke down on the side of the road? It was at about one o’clock in the morning on a warm summer evening. Jesse had run over a railroad track, didn’t want to slow down because we wanted to feel the excitement of flying into the air as we bounced over the tracks. BAM! The tire had blown out and we had to pull over. You and ( Read more... )

I thought that you were one of my (our) best friends, and I thought you were the nicest, sweetest, but in reality you're just an asshole. We spent so many of our days together and then just out of the blue you never came around again. You just left your friends because you found something better to do. You say you miss us, but you apparently don't ( Read more... )

I'm afraid he'll die.

I fear you'll never call ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream. More of a nightmare really. I don't know why, but these people were after me and Timothy Scheck. We ran forever to get away. They kept shooting at us, and we couldn't seem to get free. We ran behind people's houses, but no one would let us in. And we couldn't even hide behind the houses because this guy had a sniper and ( Read more... )

Come home soon.

Looking to get all the things on my mind, down on this computer screen,
but every time I get here, I don't know where to start, or how to make the things that I'm feeling turn into an assortment of words. So, still I will visit, and still, nothing may come of it.
And these words will still only be words that I myself alone will know.

Fine.