So...
I hope you all know that I'm not as candid here as it seems. I don't update often, and I don't write anything that, if someone were to see it, would hurt them or anything. So, that said, this entry is going to be short, and maybe a little vague. I need to write these particular things down for real. Perhaps write a letter.
So I went to Buffalo this weekend. I wasn't going to, because the Quigley house was full, but Chiz told me to come anyway. I sort of surprised Michael. It was fun. Everything was perfect, untill I was about to leave. And then I just lost it. I won't get into why, or what we said, but we talked. And I felt better. But that's the thing. It's a feeling. He can tell me a million times one thing or another, but the feeling doesn't go away.
And this is where this entry ends. No more deails, no more anything.
Peace Off
So I went to Buffalo this weekend. I wasn't going to, because the Quigley house was full, but Chiz told me to come anyway. I sort of surprised Michael. It was fun. Everything was perfect, untill I was about to leave. And then I just lost it. I won't get into why, or what we said, but we talked. And I felt better. But that's the thing. It's a feeling. He can tell me a million times one thing or another, but the feeling doesn't go away.
And this is where this entry ends. No more deails, no more anything.
Peace Off