Jan 20, 2007 00:56
I’m still a boy who very much needs his mother. I wanted to crawl into her bed and sob… I wanted that safe place.. but I didn’t go wake her up.
I miss Ms. Jane more than anything… and I was painfully reminded of it tonight and I don’t know why. I wish she was here with me… There’s so much I have to tell her. I hope she’d be proud of me.
I’ve been crying for a while. I can’t see straight.
It’s 12:55 am… and I’m drowning in depression.
I have an early morning.