Jul 01, 2005 10:09
I'm going to write thoughts and what not in a real journal for awhile if not for good. I leave in one week now for one month. It feels like I'm slowly fading out of one life and into another. All it is, is just growing up.
I think this explains my strange attitude: Realizing that people you truly love can turn on you has made me a harder person. I think. I'm trying to crawl in the heads of just about everyone.
After out last encounter i realized, walking up the hill, that I haven't walked that slow in quite a while. Perhaps forever.
I'm unimaginably sorry.
No more of everything from me...
...for you.
You know it's what you want. Just tell me.